After surviving the lair of the cultists, while definitely bloody and dirty, we were all unharmed and in a good enough state to be able to attend the banquet at the castle. Squall and I had kept ourselves clean, refusing to let the rust-inducing blood or grim of the dungeon mar our holy armor. Because of that, we were the ones sent shopping for our banquet finery, something that I had never really had the chance to do before.
For grand celebrations in Yllvalion that required fine clothes, we were given special armor and tunics. Not much different from our standard garb, they were often of finer craftsmanship, but we still looked very much the same. Here in Stronghold, there were choices, variations in cloth and color that my mother would be ecstatic about for enchanting purposes. Squall and I took our time selecting, knowing it would take the others time to rid themselves of the lair's touch.
I looked for items in the colors of my family and order. Dark, lush greens and browns that blended in with the wild outlands of the Elven Forest. Soft cloth that was supple and flowed with the grace that I had only ever seen in the barbarian tribes. I attempted to pick items that were befitting of someone of my status, hoping not to make a fool of myself or my clan if the chance arose. The clothes were much different than I had ever had before, but the change was a more than necessary one.
The party, a very undisciplined lot, decided fashionably late for a party thrown by the human empress was acceptable. It drove me to my wit's end. Father would be embarrassed by this behavior and say that I should be disgraced, but my opinions mattered very little in this instance. We arrived, and after a show by the captain of the guard, we were allowed to enter the inner courtyard to mingle with guests of honor.
The cleric and I quickly found Ziv, wanting to hear tales of things we may never see. The others scattered across the courtyard, speaking with all manner of people. I was drawn in by the words of the dragon, wishing that I could know half of what this magnificent creature did. But his stories were interrupted, by someone who could only be explained as blue incarnate.
Soon, the banquet started, and Squall and I were left to sit at the front of the courtyard with the dragon. I was glad I had spent the time finding the garments I did, as this table was a place of honor, one that was far beyond where I deserved to be during a celebration such as this one. I hoped I could make my clan proud.