"I mean, I could certainly eat," Rook replied with a grin of her own, looping her arm through Davrin's. "Come on, let's navigate to it through the perils of a fancy party together. This is my first one. I don't actually know what to expect, I've only read about them in serials. Orlesian serials, at that." Which naturally made masquerade balls seem downright dangerous. Full of bards and courtly intrigue. One faux pas away from starting a war.