So much fun was being had, the atmosphere was so exciting for Gumbo. He'd danced with Dranik for a bit, but the dwarf had disappeared off somewhere. Probably to get some more mead. Seemed like he'd been drinking it this whole time. The penguin looked around for someone else to dance with, he waddled through groups of androids, elves and many other amazing creatures. Some couldn't see Gumbo due to how short he was, so from time to time there was the odd kick in the face or a drink spilt on his head. Then his stomach started to grumble.

"Oh! I'm startin' to get real hungry, where's that crazy guy gone?" he said as he looked around for Sin, he was in a crowded part of the room now. He wasn't having the best of times anymore, but he tried his best to make himself known to people. His stomach grumbled again "Man, a huge fish would be great right now..." he started to daydream about the biggest fish ever; drool dripped out of his beak.

L'Arc looked at the cards and frowned. "Well then....." He folded he cards and got up. Due to his excellent hearing he heard the small penguin talking about his stomach. He walked over and picked him up. "Let's go find the bar and some grub, eh?"

Gumbo was surprised at being suddenly picked up "Whoa!" he turned his head to see the half dragon, he scartched his head. He saw the half dragon earlier before, didn't have a chance to talk to him then.

"Oh, um thanks!" he said as he tapped L'Arc's shoulder. The two got closer to the bar and when they were close enough, Gumbo jumped out of the half dragon's arms and landed on a seat. Then he looked aroound for a menu.

Gumbo looked around to L'Arc "Do you know if they have any really big fish here? I mean, really BIG! I'm starving."

L'Arc laughed. "I am sure there are. Sin could probably even serve you a whale if you asked." He looked around for a minute. "Sin, we would like some food please. A really big fish for my friend and a large sandwich for me."

Assallya could have done so much with her own illusions. Then the display became ever more increasingly complex. So many elements dancing, too many of them seemingly random. She could never weave something of such complexity. It was exceedingly impressive. His ability to conjure magic was so adept that Assallya feared to open her senses to the weave lest they be burned from her very skull. What she could do with such power, to pull at the very walls, hollow out space within greater spaces, to conjure food and drink that provided sustenance- She could rule a country at the very least, carve out even a place amongst the gods. Which drew out another question, what then was the source of his power? Magicians theorized that gods gained their vast reserves of power from their followers. Such talk was heresy, of course, but magicians had something of a reputation for upsetting the theocracy.

"Ostentatious," Assallya observed, fluttering a small lace fan at her neck while dwelling upon how she might steal away his power for herself, "You are quite adept."