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"Shall we?" she offers, looking for a particular hallway, "There's sure to be some fine drinking and dining in a place with such elegance,"

"...I see we seem to be kindred spirits in the aspects of how we spend our time.", he replied as he began to follow Nouran to the entry of the hallway. "I call the first bottle of vodka."

"I'm part demon actually," she tells him as she walks with him, "And I call the first bottle of champagne or cabernet," Finally, they find a room with bottles on shelves, alcohol bottles. Nouran settles on her champagne, reaching her bottle from the top shelf.

"Part-demon? So your parents were a human and a succubus/incubi?", he asked, snatching a bottle off the shelf, popped it open and drank straight from the bottle, "...A bit weak here.", he commented on the taste.

"No, I made a deal with the devil and he infused his power in me," she justified, unfurling her large white wings and letting them adopt a black hue, "I have control over my angelic and demonic heritage," she said once more, opening the bottle and taking a swig.

"Stupid decision-making there, but then again I have no right to talk about that when I did the exact same thing about...600 years ago.", he replied as finished his bottle, "How long ago did you make your bargain?"

"1000?" she replied, "The deal was if I wasn't conscious after the deal, I would be his slave. Yet here I am, free as can be," she added, letting her black wings flutter in the dark room.

"I would've made a hag joke there, but I rather not piss you off, so why risk your freedom for such power?", he asked, people made deals based around many varying circumstances, for him, it was out of despair, but she didn't need to know that.

"Ostracism," she told him, taking another swig, "Ostracizm because people didn't believe my power, so I desired more strength, hence this new power," she hinted towards how she can manipulate both light and fire with her hands, "Why be in stuck in a crowd when you can stand out?"

"So it was a matter of want and bitterness?", he summarized, crossing his arms, "How typical, but I've heard worse from other before, so I guess you aren't so bad."

"Whatever," she replied, finishing her bottle as she threw it into the trash, "Anyway, I don't know why I'm wearing such a dress. I know how to dance, but I don't plan on anyways," Nouran crossed her arms, leaving the bar to witness the ballroom once again.

“Well there are other ways to stick out of a crowd.” Garroth says swinging his grey green mottled cloak on him and pulling the hood up over his head.

Abigor raised a brow at Garroth, "You look like you're here to rob the ball instead of dancing in it.", he commented comedically, "I'm sorry to say I don't have any valuables on me to swipe off so...", he joked as he pulled out his pockets.

“Oh you have no idea what I am then we’ll lets elaborate shall we? I’m a ranger and I’ve been cursed by my father.” Garroth says.

"Curses and dealing demons seems to be a trademark among this crowd...", muttered Abigor as he left for the ballroom.

Garroth fallowed walking silently. “So I’ve never been to a ball before so is this what’s supposed to happen at a ball. I mean aren’t there supposed to be people dancing?” Garroth asks.

Ever listened to the conversations, remaining silent. She continued walking around the grand ballroom, looking for any sign of a door or window. She didn’t find anything, and sighed quietly to herself.
She turned and walked back over to the group.

"Well, its a fight club where people fight in dance-like fashion to knock each other's lights out, the last one standing would be the winner. You know, typical arena rules.", he lied as he entered the towering ball room.

“I don’t believe that in any way. Why would someone fight in such a great apparel?” Garroth asked confused still walking with Abigor.

"First off, I don't think a hood is considered formal apparel, Second, style is an important part of beating the life out of your opponent, if you can do it while wearing a suit or a cloak in your case, you can apparently do a lot of things.", Abigor replied as he continued to screw around with Garroth.