Alaric and Delphine walked through the pathway.
The interior opened up before them. Columns rising to support an elaborate ceiling.
Chandeliers hung everywhere. Hundreds of candles burning. Casting warm golden light across the sea of masked faces below.
Tables lined the walls. Food and drink arranged in excessive abundance. Servants circulating with trays. Wine flowing freely.
And people. Everywhere.
Nobles in fine clothes. Wealthy merchants dressed to impress. All wearing masks of varying styles. Each one hiding identity while somehow broadcasting status.
Alaric and Delphine entered. Her arm still linked through his. Playing the part perfectly.
They moved deeper into the crowd. Not rushing. Just drifting like everyone else.
"Stay close." Alaric's voice came quiet. The mask's enchantment making it sound different. "Act natural. We're here to network. Make connections."
"Right." Delphine's grip tightened slightly. Nervousness bleeding through her.
