Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-28718853-20191020221240

The three Gahillos slow to a stop a short distance inside the castle. "It seems that most of the guests are outside chatting," Urrack observes.

"You two think we might have jumped the gun a bit coming in here?" Forjod asks as he twiddles his thumbs.

"No," Mythria responds, adding, "Madame Imperia did say that we could either come inside the castle or chat with the other guests outside."

"They'll eventually step in. Probably a load of friends catching up on old times," Urrack assumes, stroking his chin in thought.

"Hold on," Forjod says raising a hand, "You think we and the other people might be the first ones here and the event room is just empty?"

"I doubt it," Mythria says as she cups her ear to the hall that leads further into the castle, using her heightened sense of hearing to listen for any chatter down that way. As she listens she thinks of how awkward it would be to arrive to an empty ballroom.