BEFORE the party<br/><br/>Chastian listened quietly as Cornelius spoke.  She didn’t regret having spoken her mind.  It took a bit of courage on her part. Ordinarily, she was very quiet among groups.  She held Cornellius’ gaze as he focused on her. She filed away everything he was saying.  Still, she couldn’t  change how she felt about dealing with the mi’rak.  She was very much aware of the fact that others may decide to kill the poor creatures.  She was swift and caught the case as it was tossed at her.  It was tucked into her belt.  She simply nodded as the feast was spoken of.  For the time being,  a feast didn’t excite her.<br/><br/>AT the Party<br/><br/>Chastian had gone along to the party. She was relatively quiet as she ate.  She chose to drink more water or tea, if available, than alcoholic beverages. She was very adamant about keeping her wits as keen as a finely honed blade.<br/><br/>She listened quietly as was her wont.  Whatever emotions or thoughts flitted through her head were kept from her delicate features.  It was a curious thing Cornellius  spoke of.  She waited a bit before speaking with a thoughtful look on her features.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>Well, with the proper distraction in place mayhap I’d be the one to do the sneaking.  So long’s Kurze isn’t the one set to keep those what get to sneaking out.</strong></span><br/>It was meant as a joke. The impish curl to her lips and mischievous twinkle in her eyes said as much. Chastian had kept the skills from her past life, and learned a few others. She’d set out to learn how to adapt  what she’d known to this strange new world.<br/>