"What are you doing, invading my party uninvited?"
Draque'sill took a step forward, his withered voice slicing cleanly through the uneasy quiet.
"I apologize for the intrusion"
He said, his tone almost polite.
Everyone tensed, the air growing thick as they waited for his next words.
"But"
He continued, his voice now laced with contempt.
"I don't need an invite to raid a gathering of evil."
A murmur rippled through the crowd.
"Who do you think you are?"
Selaphiel's voice had turned cold, blatantly hostile.
"Yeah! Who do you think you are!"
Another shouted, emboldened by the rising tension.
Spurred on by the elf behind them, the shadowy figures in the crowd erupted into a small riot of voices.
Their united uproar almost drowned out the live orchestra, which—remarkably—hadn't ceased playing, the musicians casting worried glances at the commotion while still dutifully following their conductor's baton.
