“It’s not a really a party until someone is stark naked passed out in the snow.” Revanelan
Toni laughs taking a sip of her brandy, the Inquisition sure knew how to throw the best parties at least the threat of death and violence wasn't looming over them like in the Orlesian parties she attended once or twice in her lifetime. ❝ I wonder who will be the first one to do it. ❞ she swipes an hors d'oeuvres from a passing servant and pops in her mouth.
She gasps delightedly and claps her hands together. ❝ How about we start a bet? Five silvers says it's one of your advisors. Would be funny if it was the Spymaster herself but something tells me she would never lose control of herself like that. ❞










