In the banquet hall, the Knight's wife was dragged out, her arms held by two servants. The hem of her dress left a disgraceful mark on the floor.
This small disturbance, however, allowed the stagnant air to flow once more.
In the corner, the band conductor glanced at the butler. After receiving a nod of approval, he raised his hand, signaling the musicians to switch to a light and cheerful piece.
The sound of the lute rose once more. This time, the melody was lively and skipping, like birds in the woods.
Velin scanned his surroundings, met by gazes of either jealousy or awe.
Velin wiped his hands with his napkin and raised his glass to Diana.
"Alright, alright, it's just a gift. Let's continue with the banquet."
His tone was light, but the indigo glow of the "Sea Tide Sage" on the table made his words seem more like a boast.
The atmosphere at the long table turned awkward.
