Adela York watched with mild distress as the hideous hulk of well-dressed fur shambled from its table toward the buffet. Images of the beast ravaging the selection colored her imagination, but to her bewilderment, the creature simply acted uncultured, rather than feral-- POINTING OUT entrees, rather than ordering like a proper person.  .. And his highness was going to offer it a position at court?... Scandalous. Well, at least the food had not gone flying, as her gut impulse had suggested. Perhaps among it's kind, it was indeed 'high class.'  The thought amused her, but quickly became replaced by even more distasteful thoughts as she watched him attempt to "Drink" his wine.  Shameful! And in PUBLIC even!

She strode serenely to the buffet, and ordered herself a nice chef salad with a light vinaigrette sauce to start, with a sparkling punch. It was far too early in the evening to order an ENTREE, like that hulking beast had-- let alone break into the alcohol-- why, no-one had even DANCED yet!

She noted the two investigators having a bit of a baudry chat, and she wondered just what kind of people his Majesty had hired, though one could not discount the results of their enterprise. Getting closer, she noticed for the first time, that one of them was none other than Yvonne von Rosenving, the 'black sheep' of that financially distressed house. It figures that she would keep such company.

"[color=00aeef]A most .. memorable.. evening, is it not, Miss Von Rosenving?[/color]" she asked primly and properly. "[color=00aeef]I do apologize for butting in; but I could not help but notice your [i]associate[/i] just now.. Are you certain it's wise to permit him alcohol so early?[/color]"

"[color=f7941d]Adela my love, don't be rude. It's clear he's never attended a royal soiree before, have some discretion dear.[/color]"

"[color=00aeef]I'm merely worried about public safety, darling.[/color]" she replied demurely. "[color=00aeef]I've heard the most [i]terrible[/i] things about [i] people like him[/i].[/color]"

She wondered to herself (Disgustedly, of course), just "which way" the 'union' that had spawned him had been.  Was it the mother, or the father, that had been the beast? It was equally scandalous, either way. Druids tended to be socially distant, and to keep to themselves more often than not, but when they did appear in public, they certainly exhibited no such improprieties as... [i]that[/i]...  There were rumors of course-- dirty, salacious rumors-- of forbidden trysts, and the bestial offspring they could sometimes produce, when conditions (and sufficient abuses of magic) favored it. Possessed of human-like intellect, but bestial passions and mannerisms-- Any reputable druidic sect would deny any such allegation as shameless slander against their order of course, and yet, here was such a creature, and attested 'druidic origin' by his majesty himself no less.  

It was an 'open secret' that Stritzel kept one as a pet in her private gardens, far to the West, near the border with Meche, where nobody would go looking. The old crow had certainly taken an interest in this new specimen it seemed, but had yet to circle in to test the waters.

She was worried about what might happen, should this ... creature... become drunken, and lose what human dignity it had, around such a person, or even, if it became frightened or agitated. 

her skin prickled.