Gilneas City.
The nobility were known for conducting their affairs through banquets and balls.
Although Deren saw that the streets outside were deserted, with no one watching the arrivals from Kul Tiras, the welcoming banquet and ball that followed filled the room with people of all kinds.
"This is Lord Godfrey." Mia and Katherine sat in the seats of honor while nobles great and small lined up according to rank to present themselves.
Deren sat off in a corner, watching the scene before him. Unable to help himself, he picked up the drink in front of the Black Dragon and took a sip.
"Dear, how does it feel?" Onyxia noticed that Deren was getting bored.
"It's nothing. With nobles, appearances matter most. The guests from Kul Tiras have brought change to this closed-off nation. At the very least, they can raise morale. Genn didn't even show up. He must be very busy." Deren loosened his formal attire. Jaina had chosen it for him, and it fit, but it was tight all over. He simply wasn't cut out for such occasions.
Lezi Long, on the other hand, was utterly at ease. With a slight spell from her, whatever the passing servants brought around somehow ended up with an extra serving placed before her.
"Oh, what is this? It's quite tasty. Looks like this little place has its own unique delicacies." Lezi Long speared a piece of what looked like cured meat, savored it carefully, then let out a pleased cry.
Berisha, who sat beside her, absentmindedly asked for some fruit salad.
"Looks like Jaina is very popular," the Black Dragon suddenly remarked pointedly.
Deren looked up and saw that, sure enough, aside from the two queens in the seats of honor, Jaina—seated beside Katherine—was surrounded by a circle of young Gilnean