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Nouran stifled her laugh at her choice, "Alright Garroth," she tells him, making her way gracefully towards him.

“Let’s start out with a slow dance now shall we? It’s more of a social dance than anything.” Garroth says bowing to Nouran with one arm behind his back and one arm in front.

Slysha walks over to Abigor "ready?" she said "because soliders dance more than you think in the army"

Yale watches the group bicker on about dancing, remaining silent. She could tell when she wasn’t needed, and walked off, exploring the ball room.

“Yeah when there drunk.” Garroth says at slysha.

slysha glances at garroth and laughs

“Well madam shall we dance?” Garroth asks to Nouran.

He sat behind the bar, drinking away.

She nods, before turning towards Slysha, "Graceful is to angels as immature is to dogs," she told her the analogy.

"we will see about that"

Abigor turns his attention to Slysha as he straightened out his suit, "Well, are you ready to dance?"

"yes i am" she says

Nouran leaned in to Garroth's ear, "I can knock her out right now," she whispered.

Abigor offers his hand toward Slysha, one hand behind his back in preparation for the dance.

Slysha's ear twitchs then she holds his hand

“Let’s do it.” Garroth whispered back. As he took one of her arms and put his other around her waist.

She placed her hand on his shoulder, "Alright," she whispered, her wings fluttering.

The fire demon began to pull Slysha into the form, one hand on he waist and the other holding hers.

Yale rolled her eyes as she watches the group argue. “And I thought I was the child.” She signs to herself, continuing to walk around, mainly just to gather info as to why they had suddenly appeared here.

Slysha put her hand on his shoulder her tail swishing with the rythim