Rolling his eyes at his mother's ushering, Erik moved to the other side of the hall. Along the way, he weaved past the other guests, handily ignoring anyone trying to fawn over him, until he reached a somewhat quieter corner of the hall.
Nobuntu's eyes had already locked onto him as he approached. She and her son were sitting at a table with some drinks and food in front of them that had gone mostly untouched. The people around them seemed to be doing their best to ignore the duo.
"There you are," she growled a little when he came close enough. "We were just about to leave. I didn't think you were still going to talk to me, and your guests don't seem particularly enamoured with us."
