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[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at Request]

[Weirdsound]

"I can't give too much advice. I've actually never been to one of these as a guest before." Hel-Shredder admits sheepishly, "I've done security at a few big parties organized by House Lyrandar before, so I know the basics of how to dress and whatnot, and I might be able to point out a few of the important people once we are at the party, but that's about it. I guess if you do find somebody to fuck at the party, try not to make a mess of any of the museum exhibits!"

He gives his new friend a weak smile. "I might actually have to follow you lead in conversation if people want to talk to me about art."

[LordPorkins]

Sormias, at that moment, notices a familiar looking hat and cloak amidst the crowded street outside.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at Request]

[Weirdsound]

"Is the inquisition present?" Mr. Shredder asks, "Well, Law and house Lyrandar policy frowns upon it. Is that good enough? I have an idea to lose him."

Mr. Shredder looks around for a ledge to jump off of. This is Sharn, so hopefully one is around.

[retromach]

The Market is on the north face of the spire, looking up towards Northedge Spire. You could leap down into a beer garden farther down the market easily enough with a feather fall.

[Weirdsound]

A childish grin spreads across Hel-Shredder's face. "I'd ask if you trust me, but you literally just showed me the goods, so I'm going to assume yes. Instead I will ask if you have ever heard of the spell Featherfall?"

Without waiting for an answer, he grabs Sormias by the wrist and starts running towards the ledge. "Let me show you one of my favorite ways to traverse Sharn!"

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at Request]

[Weirdsound]

"Wargshit!" The Hobgoblin laughs as he continues to advance toward the ledge, "You handled the Skiff just fine on Deltas Island and Planet Swan! This is actually going to be less scary than that. Come on!"

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at Request]

[Weirdsound]

Spells Prepared today:
(Featherfall x2)
(Sleep x1)

Mr. Shredder leaps off the ledge, and pulls Sormias into an embrace before casting Featherfall! "See. You can look now. It's okay! We are going to land in a beer garden. I'll buy us both a pint when we land if you want!"

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at Request]

[Weirdsound]

Hel-Shredder can't help but giggle like a bugbear until his feet and hers lightly hit the ground.

"See. We made it!" The Hobgoblin escorts his friend first the museum to purchase Gala tickets for 50gp each, and then back to her room Staffhouse.

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The following night he knocks on her door to pick his date up for the party.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at Request]

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder is wearing a simple yet elegant light green suit jacket which contrasts nicely with his burnt-redish brown colored skin. On his head is a tophat which matches his outfit in color.

"Damn! You are smoking tonight Sorimas! 10/10, would fuc- I mean, you look amazing my dear. Shall we head to the gala?" He offers the abberation his arm, silently chiding himself for his gaffe.

-She is your lover tonight fool! Be romantic, not Chummy!-