Having hot ash falling into his eyes felt almost like being stabbed with a blade. It was not pleasant for Amberin, but he was used to worse. After a second of tension, he could massage his face and wipe sweat from his brow.<br/><br/>Climbing wasn't too difficult for the agile swashbuckler. Fitting in amongst the upper classes also was no big deal. Walking at a leisure pace, he looks over the gathered idle rich and their amusements.<br/><br/>"Pardon, but did you mention the orc attacks? I had an associate heading towards the sheep farms, that's frightening news to me!"<br/><br/>Any way is good to enter a conversation, so Amberin tries to talk a bit about the monsters. His eyes and ears are however more attentive to other kind of chatter. If lady Kayle or the card-shapr Melvin are mentioned somewhere, Amberin will be more interested.