[there are bad social functions, and then there's social functions where you're making chatty conversation with a fellow partygoer and then a javelin sprouts from their chest
wyvern wings blot out the sun above Ephraim, and the sound of wicked cackling fills the air. Valter calls down to the prince below:]
KNOCK KNOCK OPEN UP THE DOOR IT'S REAL (prompt 2)
wyvern wings blot out the sun above Ephraim, and the sound of wicked cackling fills the air. Valter calls down to the prince below:]
Where was my invitation to the party, Ephraim!?