[Hopefully she won't be too hard to find. She's still got her own mask on, lounging in one of the overly plush couches in a manner amusingly befitting the draconic appearance of it. She's listening to one of the musicians, her own glass of wine in hand, and a suspiciously placed cushion covering what looks like might be a bottle of the stuff on the floor next to her.
When she spies him, she sits up, waving him over enthusiastically.]
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When she spies him, she sits up, waving him over enthusiastically.]
Hey, you made it!