Vyarin continued to wander about the fringes of the party. Occasional snippets of conversation he would catch, then repeat to himself when he was out of their earshot. Always practice, practice, and eventually maybe he'll be the one speaking Apura and a foreigner would be parroting him. He didn't have the heart to ask any of the ladies to dance. Vyarin was a fortified man in his body and his mind, shying nothing from a bout nor a battlefield. Yet, this bravery of the court he found he was completely devoid of. 

Eventually he found himself hugging the wall, looking out a window at the now-setting sun. Where were his loyal men? Perhaps in the town, causing who knows what sorts of trouble. One can never say with soldiers, even those reputed to be disciplined. It was a town, it must have some unsavoury pastimes that any man might fall into. And what of the danger? Two unexplainable events had befallen this hall today alone. What would tomorrow bring? Only the sun knows, as it descends past the quaint rolling hills following along the horizon.