Yes, things were coming along quite nicely. Certainly the coming of dusk, the music, and liberal application of alcohol had done much to lower everyone's inhibitions. Abduxuel had reveled with Bacchae across Arborea tame social gatherings could hardly be called celebrations of any sort. Why, in a true Tristeria blood and while would flow like a river to punctuate the orgiastic frenzy of the revelers.<br/><br/>During his hip dropping dance he noticed the moon was now brightly visible among the skyscape. It served as a glorious reminder of his patron goddess Cegilune. She was ancient by even the standards of the deities who birthed the races of men. Her power was unfathomable during the earliest days of civilization, and her beauty such that even looking at the moon then would cause insanity. Yet as the newer gods draw her worshipers away her power waned  and her looks withered away. Her high priestesses suffered the same transformation becoming what those who walk freely under the garish sun now called The Hags.<br/><br/>Lost in reflection he almost spun spun right into the large warrior he observed earlier. “Ooh.” Abduxuel crooned “Be careful where you point that thing. . .”  After a second pause he pointed at the other man's horn, clearing up any potential misconceptions about what he had meant. The fey creature chuckled to himself and nodded politely as the other man dismissed himself with a bow.<br/><br/>With a sizable crowd now dancing, Abduxuel once again ran his eyes across the area. Where was Swain with his drink? He would have probably walked back to find him had he not caught the little ribbon dancer and horny warrior talking rather energetically about some old sod. He slowly strided closer to them as if everything would pause until he got there.<br/><br/>“Here all of you are looking like bear hunters, when it seems that all you caught was a rat.” Abduxuel frowned at the would be pickpocked. Sarcastically mocking him and the attention everyone was giving the old fool now.<br/><br/>Noticing everyone was introducing themselves he extended his hand palm down to the group. “Abduxuel Archwinter. Charmed I'm sure.”