John
"So it would seem." The princess chimed, almost in delight. Eyeing the dragonborn a moment longer, there was almost a look of glee on Delsandra's face at the thought of Umras failing at his peace talks. There was definitely a disdain in the princess's heart for the warmongers of Dasvaz. Time and time again had they attempted to breach the walls of Thyseer, though each time they failed *Miserably*. It was really quite pitiful, Delsandra thought to herself. Poor little orcs and goliaths and dragonborn simply couldn't put their heads together and form an actual society. No, they needed constant war and bloodshed. The princess preferred a much more political and precise way of leading and living. She'd likely never see eye to eye with the likes of the Dasvazers.

"As you know, Thyseer is just one of the many kingdoms to outlaw slavery. I myself don't see the reason, the slaves of Lazaroth lead peaceful and happy lives. Look at Dasvaz; their freedom breeds chaos. Slavery breeds order and peace." Before the following silence lingered too long, Delsandra added calmly, "Well, some would believe that at least." Taking another sip of her wine, the princess returned her gaze to Samir. As their eyes met, the question of Thyseer's recent goings on almost caused a spark to form in the eladrin's hues. A faint smile appeared, before the princess removed the glass of wine from her lips. Pulling them inwards to remove any wine that may have lingered upon her lips, she responded.

"Thyseer is as peaceful and serene as it has always been and always will be, your highness. The Festival of Sorevelle grows ever closer. Invitations will be sent before the end of the month, and like every year all those wishing to celebrate in music and fine wine are welcome. I hope to see you there, Prince Samir. Perhaps your sister may even attend, I've yet to meet Princess Nala."
Jocelyn
*And so it was, another figure entered the ballroom.*

The heralds opened the doors and their mouths once more, and a tall, masculine and regal figure emerged. *"Councilman Lord Lysanthir Tauriel Olagwyen of Lazaroth, Master of Laws."* So there he stood, the councilman of Lazaroth; a well known man of law and order, as well as vampirism. For it was no secret of just what Lysanthir truly was. Many years ago he had allowed this information to be known when first approached for the position of Lazaroth's Master of Laws. Being such an important figure, the matriarch new such a secret could not be hidden, for it would sew seeds of distrust with a kingdom that most already saw as untrustworthy and conniving. This honesty did not come without its faults however. Most, if not all other kingdoms saw vampirism as a vile plague, a disease of the Goddess of Pestilence, and nothing more than a stain upon Lucidien.

Vampires were killed in kingdoms like Thyseer, Alynthi, Khisfire, Findara even; but the law saw Lysanthir as a guest, a diplomat of Lazaroth. So any harm to him was harm to the Den of Wolves, an enemy not many wished to have. The wide eyed stares from the nobility below him spoke volumes to Lysanthir, as well as the uneasy quiet that had rushed over the ballroom like wildfire. Stepping in enough for the doors to shut behind him, the high elf simply looked around him with a bored stare, one that screamed this was commonplace for him. Lysanthir was of course used to the countless stares of fear and hate in any place that wasn't Lazaroth. His kingdom stood as one of the only places where vampirism and even lycanthropy were widely accepted, even seen as a testament of strength. Lysanthir did not share these ideals. There were many, many times in the councilman's history where he wished he could simply wither away, but for now he remained breathing the stale air that now surrounded him.

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Dressed in an elegant silver and red garb, Lysanthir's robes gently dragged behind him with each step. Many would notice the slight limp he walked with, either by first taking note of his cane topped with a marvelous black jewel, or simply the way he walked. Vampires were known for their immense healing factor, it was true. Regardless of what others thought, the many whispers involving his name did not fall on deaf ears.

*Lysanthir heard each and every one of them.*

His crystal blue gaze fell upon the more notable attendees of the festival; Prince Dilitrios of Alynthi, Princess Qinrel of Thyseer, Prince Samir of Khisfire. Though there were a handful he did not recognize, those he did received no more than a passing glance and a simple nod of respect. It wasn't as if Lysanthir couldn't see or feel the uneasy and almost fearful gazes upon his figure. Descending further into the ballroom, many nobles and servants alike gave the Master of Laws a wide berth, but he paid them no mind whatsoever. Knowing his presence was clearly unwelcome, the councilman made a slow and steady stride toward the outer gardens adjacent to the ballroom. It would likely be much quieter, at least until the fireworks began. Until then, the castle grounds is where he'd remain.
Mike
The prince let out a smirk as it sounded like the Princess Qinrel, liked his comment. The sun elf had a slight problem with the savages of Dasvaz but was sentient enough to understand people are individuals. The prince did fear the people of Dasvaz, for the bloodshed they can cause when united after seeing what they can easily do alone. The prince glanced at the princess couldn't help but feel something mocking was going on in her head.

The Prince listened carefully to her opinion on slavery. The points were fair, yet didn't sit well with him. Don't get him wrong he is an advocate for slavery seeing it still as a great tool. Hannibal got round the slavery part by calling them servants. Even found the statement that slavery was outlawed as dumb, he saw servants pretty much the same as slaves with slightly more living condition rights. Hannibal noticing the eladrin drink, he remembered he also had a glass. So he to a sip as well savouring the taste as it went down the hatch. The prince watched the eyes come to life with his question. 

"Oh yeah."

Reminded of the music festival in Thyseer, he thought for a moment. Past years he was busy with internal affairs like parties, but this year has been quiet so far for him.

"Indeed I would love to attend this year. Hopefully Nala will, being stuck in that Palace must be bad for her. Though I haven't talked to her in months, been travelling the *Desert and all.*"

Yet another noble entered, but this one shocked the prince. A vampire got let in. Little to say the sprince was shook. To avoid showing fear and interest in the high elf, he kept looking at Princess Delsandra. Admiring the gold work and all. After glancing and seeing the known vampire leave to the garden the focus of the prince lessened greatly from the princess.