Crash the party.

You make your way in that direction. The dwarf eyes you up as you approach, and then he grins.

"I'm not dancing with ya," he says with a snort.

"I actually have a different proposition."

"Oh?" He tilts his head, intrigued. "Let me hear it."

You kneel down beside him and try to look casual as you whisper--eyes to the dance floor. You don't want to tell him everything, but you shouldn't have to, hopefully. "I'm working with someone who wants to crash this party."

"I'm in," he replies.

"Oh. Well, that was easy."

"What's the plan?"

"Well, there's more. It's to distract everybody so something can happen elsewhere. Nothing too shady, I promise. I'm not evil. We need to create just enough chaos to distract the Lady, and preferably everyone else. Eyes have to be on this room of the mansion."

"I don't take ya for an evil type. Too scrawny. And just leave it to me, pal. Call me Bek."

"Kyle. So what's your plan?"

"Leave it to me."