The Royal Grace Gala

it Cassandra's most hated time of year the annual Royal Gala at year's end. A celebration of the year's prosperity for both the human and elves Kingdoms for the gods showing them favor. From noon till midnight at which the gathered nobility would hold an hour-long chanting of prayer to stay within the Gods good graces. For countless centuries this ceremony has taken place, it's important so great that the most bloody conflicts in history have been halted to practice it. The Grace Gala has been marked as a bridge between all the races on earth, an embracing of our shared will to live in harmony with the creatures on this planet.

Cassandra despised this holiday with a burning passion. Normally she would just ghosted around the guests as the hosting suffered, it was boring but survivable. However, this year Karth is hosting the Gala, which means it was her responsibility to be talkative and mingle with the guests. so in addition to dealing with her usual self important, spoiled, brainless shit stains (i.e her children and husband) for more thirty a few times a week. Cassandra was **** to spend an entire day well into with evening dealing people too lazy to wipe their own asses. Listen to the asinine complains about how the caviar is not up to snuff while being ogled at/groped by crusty old men. (besides her husband)