Winter, A Highhill Puppy arrives, following Kiera.

Petroc, the most unassuming man you have ever met, 2 Sanna House Guards, Bear, Kiera arrive, following Cirroch.

Merek gets 100 silver from a belt made with black leather, and small compartments.

Jerome, a bodyguard, Morgana, a proper secretary, 2 Valardin Knights, Elaine, an older courtier arrive, following Isabeau.

It is a beautiful night. The dark sky glimmers with stars and the world seems to buzz with anticipation of another magical evening. Deep in the formal part of the gardens, Valencia makes last minute preparations before drawing a breath and smiling as her guests begin to arrive.

Briar, a quiet young woman, 6 First Legion Centurions arrive, following Sebastian.

3 Thrax Guards, Olenna, Oren, 1 Thrax Elite Guards arrive, following Catriona.

Merek looks about the place, while he will find a nice place to settle in and to relax, taking the time to place a bit of coin in to get a ticket. Why not, he does like to enter things like that even if he doesn't often win.

Raven drifts in, inocculus in the throngs of people as they wander in. She saunter along the garden and admires the view, letting out a low, slow whistle.

When Isabeau enters the fete, he does so with an ever-present sweet smile, looking every inch the former Valardin Princess and Telmar duchess in a gown that has the Oathlander addition of decorative armor encasing her. Though the pieces seem completely decorative and not practical at all, they do look like an artist's approximation of armor, at least, glittering and studded with diamonds as they are. It's hard to tell which glitters more, the silk or the diamonds, in fact. Her brilliant blue eyes sweep around, looking for those she recognizes before honing in on Kiera, and it is to her patron that the Duchess walks, taking pains to allow everyone a good look at the latest fashion she's decided to sport.

Raven is overheard praising Valencia: Lovely party by a lovely lady for a lovely cause

It's no secret that Cesare often makes efforts to attend charitably-oriented events, and indeed he's sweeping into the courtyard all a-rustle in silks that are vibrantly alight with colors of a vibrant autumnal sunset, all ceruleans, warm gold, and amber. He casts a gaze of admiration around the courtyard and dips aside to take a deep sniff of some of the blooming flowers, leaning in to let their petals brush against his cheeks, before he moves to greet the evening's host and hostess with a deep bow. "I won't take up much of your time, Prince Patrizio - Princess Valencia, I don't believe we've had the pleasure yet. I'm Cesare Whisper. I'll be sure to make a direct donation to the organization, it's a lovely cause, and an absolutely beautiful scene you've set here. I've heard rumors of the Princess's legendary abilities to arrange such things, and I feel truly honored to be able to witness such a thing firsthand."

Finn the large Northern hunting dog with icy blue eyes, Rocco, the rascally assistant, Strawberry Pupcake, the Graypeak Mountain Dog arrive, following Thea.

Cirroch pushes the doors to the garden open, with what might have been his foot as his arm is held onto by Kiera as he shares a quite word with her before looking to those in the garden already. He's wearing a panel of silks and finally someone managed to convince him to wear boots, even though he might look ready to kick the boots off, then bellowing out to Patrizio, "Prince Patrizio. I heard you are to open your pocket book tonight!" He then nods to Kiera with a quiet word as he lifts his arms wide to attempt to pick up the prince in a large bear hug, as he possibly chases Patrizio, he nods to Valencia with a grin, "Princess Valencia, you're next."

Raven moves towards the bonfire, claiming a drink along the way and then a spot, basking in it's warmth and watching the crowd as it grows.

Raven has joined the a cheerful bonfire.

Is Sebastian late? Almost certainly. But that's fine when you're neither the host nor explicitly expected to be here. Dressed in his steelsilk and silk mix, in House Pravus colors the man is unmistakable except as a Prince of Pravus. Family faces are spotted around the room, but it's towards the hostess that he heads first. "Princess Valencia," comes the artist's warm greeting, "It has been far too long." He leans to kiss her cheek -- or the air next to it -- before straightening. "I believe," he glances at Patrizio with a bright smile, "We had plans to chat after the war about some business. We should find the time. In the meanwhile," he gestures towards Briar, who comes forward and sets a sizable sum of coin down. "Consider this a personal donation to the cause, rather than a direct purchase of tickets." He doesn't hang about, stepping back to make room for others, looking to claim a drink for himself.

Valencia offers Merek a cheerful nod and word of thanks as he arrives and purchases a ticket for the raffle. As the dark warrior Raven slips in, she, too, receives a gentle smile of welcome as Isabeau follows, glamorous as ever, her glittering gown causing a distinctly approving buzz among the more fashion conscious guests and notables. To Cesare, Valencia offers a warm smile and the offer of a delicate hand. "My dearest Whisper Cesare, how beautiful to see you and make you acquaintance again. You do my Hart honour to be here tonight. Thank you for coming. I'm so glad you approve. You are too kind to me, truly," she beams back cheerfully. "Please enjoy!"

A groan slides from Patrizio when he's greeted so, though there's a loud laugh - the Pravusi prince not in armour for a change, but blue and steel silks - before there's a good squeeze back to Cirroch. "Indeed, and I welcome the chance to have others trying to get me to spend some of my rarely-spent allowance," he says warmly to the Marquis. And indeed, to his cousin, there's a warm smile and a nod, once he's untangled himself from that embrace, a chuckle for Sebastian. "I remember having brought the matter up with you before the war, but nowadays is definitely a better time to be discussing such things. But not tonight." He reaches out to briefly clasp Sebastian on the shoulder. "Tonight's more for enjoying and raising funds. We can talk business with her highness later." This, with a glance for Valencia at the matter.

It truly is a beautiful night, transcended by the lavish way the secret gardens of the Hart have been decorated. There's a beaming smile on Alessia's lips when she makes her way through the courtyard, emerging onto the main pathway. "Your highness. /So/ beautiful." She says once she makes her way to Valencia, gesturing around her. "Although that should come as no surprise, you always did have an eye for decorating." Her gaze shifts to Sebastian, her smile more familiar. "Your high-- Bas." She corrects herself, her voice gentle. "It's been far too long."

There are a great many people here and so, Mark has arrived, blending in with the crowd. Or he's blending in as well as one shabbily dressed looking commoner can in a room that appears to be populated by wealthier people. He passes by someone that's serving drinks and plucks a glass off of it, sniffing the contents as if he's some great expert of flavor. He's probably not, but he makes a show of it anyway. "Yes, very good. Thank you." He flicks his fingers. This person who is dressed in all very common fabrics and such. The server looks like he makes more silver than Mark.

3 Thrax Guards, Olenna, Oren, 1 Thrax Elite Guards leave, following Catriona.

Thea makes her way slowly inside with the assistance of Rocco. She's late of course, but then again---she's hiding a bandage under her gown. As well a now small rounded belly. Making her way closer inside, she steps immediately to Valenica. "It's been a long while. Here is my donation,"Thea tells her with a small smile. Looking around, she looks around and goes to greet those she knows as she looks for a drink.

Cesare nods graciously, flashing a grin to Patrizio, startling in its suddenness, and taking Valencia's hand to press a petal-soft kiss to the back of it. "Not at all, your highness. The honor is really all mine. You've outdone yourself, and I'm certain that I will. As always, if Whisper House can be of assistance in your efforts, please do let me know, and I'll do what I can." He turns to Sebastian to offer a deep bow as well. "Prince Sebastian. I hope there's some Setarcan wine for you here tonight."

Mark has joined the by the lily pond.

Kiera nods as Cirroch moves off and smiles broadly as the Duchess approaches her "I do hope I am doing your fine gift justice duchess. I was quite anxious to wear it when the marquis said he was attending the gala. How are you this evening

"Later," Sebastian promises Patrizio, though it sounds more like the kind of promise one gives someone they know /really/ well that they'll behave. Maybe. Mostly. He secures a glass of something red, though doesn't immediately drink. Alessia, naturally, catches his gaze, and his smile is both genuine and warm. "Lessi," he greets her with a kiss to the cheek, slipping an arm around her waist. "/Far/ too long. Come, let me steal you away." He seeks to steers her towards the bonfire, pausing at Cesare's greeting with an easy smile. "Whisper Cesare. Good to see you. Mm, I thought I'd try what was on offer," he answers, easily, though he hasn't so much as taken a sip yet. "Do you know the Lady Alessia Mazetti? Whisper Cesare."

And then comes the sweeping arms of a large bear of the north who sweeps her from her feet in a big warm hug. "Marquis!!" Valencia squeaks and then laughs, giving Cirroch an equally warm hung in return. "How beautiful to see you! Welcome!, yes?" she nods cheerfully as she is set down again to smile to Cesare and back. "My dearest Marquis of Sanna, have you had the pleasure of meeting the very charming Cesare Whisper? I'm so glad you are both here," she nods turning just in time to see Sebastian arrive. "Oh, my dearest Prince Sebastian, how good of you to come. It has been far too long since you found my Hart. Please be so welcome."

Thea has joined the by the midnight black cala lily.

Mark paces through the crowds, in much the way that a person would expect a very new tourist to act. He nearly bumps into one of the guests and mumbles a quick, "Apologies' before continuing on. He eventually finds himself by the lily pond, where he crouches down to inspect the water. The glass is still in one hand and he drinks from it occasionally before reaching out, tapping the water and causing a ripple to radiate out from his index finger. "Hm."

Isabeau smiles sweetly at Kiera, "Green looks lovely on you, my Lady. I'm glad you like it." She smiles warmly at Thea and raises her hand to wiggle fingers in a wave. It's then that her blue eyes find Mark, and she tuts her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She dips her head in farewell to Kiera and begins stepping towards the man, "Excuse me a moment, dear," she bids in her soothing, warm voice.

Isabeau has joined the by the lily pond.

Raven's eyebrows lift when Sebastian manifests. Her head cants and her gaze tracks the Pravosi Prince, perhaps trying to remember the last time she saw him at a public event. She smiles warmly at the warm greeting Cirroch gives the princess. She remains where she noting the guests with interest while she basks in the warmth. The clumbsy, unfamiliar man is given a moment of scrutiny while she nurses her drink.

Cirroch smiles to Patrizio, resting his hand to the man's back. "It is good to see you. I've brought a donation along with." He waves to his assistant to bring over the donation. As Petroc sorts out the silver, Cirroch looks to Valencia, "I've run into Cesare Whisper a couple of times." He nods to Cesare, "A pleasure to have a formal introduction with you."

The smile on her lips warms as she feels the arm around her, Alessia turning to Cesare with a raised brow. "I believe I did. In the Shrine of the Thirteenth. He was with your cousin." She pauses before elaborating. "Lianne." She nods at the Whisper. "It's so good to see you again, messere." Her voice lowers a little as she adds something to the Pravus prince, before beckoning a server over with a glass of sparkling wine.

"Wise of you to give all of the credit to her highness - I fear that I'm nowhere near half the host that she is, nor would I hope to be such in a thousand years," Patrizio says with a laugh to Cesare, welcoming him with a warm smile. There's that cheshire-cat grin about the matter of the delights to be had for the evening, and he himself seems quite pleased, even as his hands are empty for the moment of beverages. And still, he's taking a few deep breaths, almost as if he's boggling at the size of the crowd that's appeared, and perhaps as much grateful for those who are equally interested in supporting the effort.

"Lady Alessia and I had the pleasure of speaking at the Shrine of the Thirteenth the other day," Cesare acknowledges, bowing to Alessia as well, with a little smile. "Rare to find a mind so lovely behind such a lovely face, if you'll forgive me for saying so. Not errant flattery, I promise, I try to avoid that. It's entirely too expected coming from a Whisper." A pause and he says, "Yes, speaking to Marquessa Malespero, quite an expert when it comes to matters of the occult. Who better to confer with at such a shrine. A limber debater, that's to be certain. Every time we speak I leave thinking I'd better practice before the next time."

Carolina, an orphan from Bravura arrives, following Lore.

As Lady Alessia enters the garden in her gorgeous backless steelsilk gown, many heads turn to the sight. So, too, do Valencia's and she smiles wamly with a sigh. "A beautiful dress, my lady. So perfect for the occasion. Welcome, yes? Please enjoy the evening," she welcomes and invites her to join the others who are arriving. "Oh, and you as well, Lady Kiera. Pardon me. I did not see you with the bear mauling I just endured," she teases to the companion of Cirroch. "You look so beautiful this evening. Come, come. Enjoy!" she chimes out as she turns to offer Mark another smile. "Good evening, sir. Please be so welcome to my Hart. Should you need anything, please ask, yes?"

Carolina, an orphan from Bravura leaves, following Lore.

Carolina, an orphan from Bravura arrives, following Lore.

For the moment, Mark doesn't notice that anyone is approaching him at the lily pond. He's a bit too busy considering the water itself. He stares down at his own reflection for a beat too long and then dash it with a gentle swipe of his hand. With a sip of his drink, he straightens again. And it's only once he's stood upright that he notices Isabeau's approach in his general direction. He looks first one way and then the other, to if perhaps she's going to diverge and take another path before he says anything.

Thea wiggles her fingers at both Isabeau and Kiera, her eyes trailing to the commoner as he goes to sit by the pond. Looking over to Alessia, she smiles again. "We see eachother again, Mazetti. That's twice now in a month's time. Maybe it'll grow shorter still." Heading over now, Thea goes to find a place to sit, one that she can continue to at least be semi social.

Sebastian has /many/ cousins, so it takes Alessia's clarification to provide him enlightenment. "Mm. Well, the Shrine of the Thirteenth is the place of reflections, so it seems fitting," he concludes, with a faint smile. Alessia's whisper has him regarding her intently for a second, before he murmurs a quiet answer. "Shall we find a place to sit?"

Kiera nods at isabeau's abprupt departure and tracks the duchess for a moment tracking her movemt before moving to find cirroch and greets the princess "Princess Valencia, good evening your highness. Another lovely event,you've put together indeed" she notes brightly'

"Thank you. It's so kind of you to say. I credit the talented craftspeople of the city." Alessia says, idly smoothing the fabric, before turning to Sebastian nodding. "Oh, yes we should find a place to sit. Forgive me, what charity was this for again?" Her brows furrow with concern.

"Doesn't it just," Cesare answers, dipping his head, hair spilling forward like a pool of black ink over his shoulder. "Please, don't let me interrupt, your highness, my lady. Prince Sebastian, I'm afraid I might owe you an apology, if at any point you'd like to hear it. If not-" he flits a hand. "Enjoy the evening and think no more of it."

Arriving quietly but with purpose, Lore adjusts the fit of her jacket ever so slightly as she moves into the garden. Jade green eyes dart around here and there, offering subtle nods and respectful bows towards those she recognizes. Sebastian gets a wink and a brief grin, though. Tutors are special. Seeking out the hostess with her eyes even as she leans to murmur an aside to her assistant. The young woman offers a reply that seems to satisfy, leaving the Artiglio woman to nod and send her off to enjoy the party with a small bag of silver and a smile. Strolling around the area, she meanders her way around, plucking up a glass of something along the way that she can sip from.

Raven salutes Cirroc as he approaches the fire. Her gaze flits across the mingling of people as if mapping her route of people to say hi to.

"For the Eurusi refugees," Sebastian reminds Alessia. Either he's surprised by the indication of an apology due, or he's surprised that it's offered /here/. "Perhaps we can speak of it in a more appropriate time and place, Whisper Cesare," he replies, with a nod. He catches sight of Lore out of the corner of his eye, looking surprised, mouth twitching upwards with a little lift of his glass in toast.

The room seems to buzz and sing with the sound of many happy voices meeting and greeting each other. The music is light and the garden seems to glow well beyond the silk lanterns that light up the night and canopied tents. Valencia smiles again as Lore arrives, the woman given a warm nod of head and a happy call of "Welcome! Please join us, yes?"

It is not long before, indeed, Patrizio has a drink in his hand - a glass of something that looks to be definitely a red wine of some sort, as if perhaps it's easier for him to be settling in at the party with a libation of some sort. A sip is taken from the glass as he's glancing about and seeming to relax, and rejoice in the fact that there's a good turnout, and moreover how his jade eyes settle on familiar faces all about.

Merek gets 5000 silver from a belt made with black leather, and small compartments.

Merek does bring a pouch of coin to Valencia, "Ah, someone mentioned refugees, I would like to donate to them," he smiles. All the same, he doesn't make a lot of waves. Noticing Alessia, who he hasn't seen in a while, he waves to the woman.

"Thank you, Your Highness, I would be delighted!" the response precedes a warm smile from Lore as she approaches Valencia, moving into a low-sweeping bow before her. On straightening, she pulls something from within her jacket and presses it into Valencia's hands with a softly murmured word. "You have found a cause near and dear to my heart, Your Highness. Thank you for the charity, and the largesse of your Hart." Stepping back, she sips from the glass that she's managed to hold onto. Patrizio is given a nod and a quick smile as well, "Your HIghness. Nice to see you in less... amrtial.. surroundings."

"Oh, right." Alessia's gaze drifts around the room as she sips from her glass of sparkling wine. Spotting the wave from Merek, she gives a curious look, before faintly upnodding. "Though the number flowing in has dwindled." She doesn't seem to consider this a problem, with a faint smile.

Kiera smiles a greeting to Patrizio as his glancing catches her eye for a moment and heads in his direction "How have you been, your highness. it has been some time"

Raven is standing basking in the warmth of the fire and watching people mingle, seeming to pick out people here and there in the crowd but for the moment enjoying the warmth and libation.

"Sir Merek, you are always so kind to us. Thank you so much for your help. This will help many recover. Truly, thank you for this," Valencia smiles back, her head bowing softly to the man as he presents his donation. She smiles to Lore and nods happily, a graceful curtsy offered in return to the lovely woman's gallant bow. "I am so glad this is so. It is one for me as well. Thank you so much for coming and for your good heart and care for charity. It is so heartening to see so many understand how important this is," she smiles back to Lore. "Please enjoy, yes? It is a night for celebrating all that good we shall do together here."

Merek nods a bit to Valencia at something, and whispers, then he pats the coin pouch and of course smiles, "Thank you!" He finds a place to settle in.

"All crystalware is glassware, but all glassware is not crystalware." Malcolm murmurs, stepping outside and into the secret Gardens of the Hart, expression softening with wonderment at the otherworldly setting he's just stepped into. His hat's off, and he's mussing a free hand through his short hair, looking more than a little lost. He'll do the usual - accept a drink, offer a wide and utterly guileless smile to anyone both known and unknown - and he'll find a place to people watch while eating. "Evening, all an sundry. Especially the sundry."

Isabeau stands near the lily pond, glittering in blue-gray starlight silk and speaking with Mark, words too quiet to carry in the crowd.

Patrizio offers up a warm laugh for Lore when there's the nod, the greeting, and he's raising his glass to her. "No, indeed, it's very good to see you when we're not worrying about a war on our doorstep, or battle in the offing," he says warmly. Kiera's greeting as well gets a dip of his head. "It's a pleasure to see you too, my lady - it's been too long. And without my having an excuse for my lack of being about, save for duties. Which is why we do not give my cousins more ideas." Raven, lurking there by the fire, does get a smile as well, and the slightest gesture as if to try to draw her forth from her sentry there.a

Cirroch has joined the a cheerful bonfire.

Cesare's still standing relatively close to Valencia and he gives a look of interest to Lore as she approaches, offering a half-bow. "Cesare Whisper - I don't believe we've met before. I love the colors you're wearing tonight. They suit you so well."

Raven spots Patrizio's gesture and smiles reassuringly, indicating she'll be there shortly.

Valencia nods aside to Merek's whispered instructions with a nod and smile, "Of course, sir. Gladly. And thank you again." The man drifts off into the crowd again and Valencia's attention turns back to Lore with a happy smile as the continue to speak.

Malcolm has joined the by the lily pond.

With a brief lift of brows, Sebastian gestures with his glass as he guides Alessia towards the bonfire. "It'll be winter soon. I'm hoping I can trick my cousin into sticking around in the city so I can slip off towards Setarco this year," the backward glance towards Patrizio might explain /which/ cousin. "You should come," he tells her, before he greets Raven and then Cirroch in a lower voice.

Sebastian has joined the a cheerful bonfire.

Alessia has joined the a cheerful bonfire.

Kiera grins "House Pravus has never struck me as being at a loss for ideas, indeed. I understand the press of duty, but I am glad to have occassion to see you looking well"

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Valencia before departing.

"Thank you, Your Highness, I will endeavor to do so. But then, your gardens always manage to evoke pleasant intimacy and enjoyment. You never fail to impress!" Lore dips a nod towards Valencia with that same warm smile. Another sip has her turning in the direction of Malcolm, chuckling, "I believe I count as 'sundry'! From everywhere and nowhere and places in between! Good to see you, Duke Shepherd!" Her glass is lifted towards Malcolm before she's snorting a laugh and nodding to Patrizio, "Not worrying if the foliage is going to drag us off IS a nice change of pace. Though admittedly, I thoroughly enjoyed that scouting expedition and would visit again if given the opportunity." Turning towards Cesare, she offers a warm smile of greeting, "Lore Artiglio, its always wonderful to meet more Whispers. A woman can never know too many tailors, jewelers, or Whispers. This particular ensemble is a collaborative work between Mistress Jacali and Master Zakhar. But thank you! I do love the blues and greens."

"Ah - an Artiglio, that explains it," Cesare says, very mysteriously. "And Jacali's tailoring is indeed a thing of wonder - she's made a few things for me of late as well. I love her rat." He chuckles. "I would argue that one can indeed know too many Whispers, but I think the number is substantial enough that only a Whisper might have to worry about ever coming to that point. And we're often like ships in the night. Passing without truly seeing each other."

"Your words do me honor, my dearest lady. It is something we strive for, to make all feel welcome and to enjoy the best of care. Again, I am so happy to see you here," Valencia replies to Lore with another smile, her expression as earnest as she is delighted. "If you will pardon, I should welcome our guests. I do hope we can speak after if it pleases. Please enjoy," she offers graciously before drawing back to find her co-host Patrizio.

Thea has left the by the midnight black cala lily.

Thea has joined the by the lily pond.

"There are worse things than the foliage down in the Saffron to be posing us a threat," Patrizio says, with an almost ominous tone in his voice, though he's smiling still regardless as he says it. Kiera's response gets a laugh from him, before he's letting an easy sigh slide from his lips. "I think every time I find I've caught my footing and the rhythm of the dance, I'm given something new to be juggling. Though given time..." It's at that moment that he does notice that he's being sought, catching sight of Valencia from the corner of his eye, and there's a bow to both. "If you'll excuse me a moment, I think our hostess is seeking me. I'll be back." And off he goes in the direction of her highness of the Hart.

"Aye -- it's grand to see you as well, Lore. Countess Thea. Lady Kiera." Malcolm lofts his glass high, then higher, "Princess Valencia, thank you for the gift of your time - heart - and hospitality--" Then, quieter, toward the group gathered at the lily pond. "Oh, is that --" his voice lowers.

1 Inverno Ensign, 1 Inverno Captain, Cornelius, a studious looking attendant, 4 First Legion Centurions arrive, following Tyche.

Kiera has joined the a cheerful bonfire.

Thea spies Malcolm and smiles a second. "Duke,"she greets. Before long, she decides to carefully go and step over to pond. Joining the others.

Kiera has left the a cheerful bonfire.

Raven allows a broad smile and bows to Sebastian and Alessia as she greets each. A hand lifts in gesture towards Cirroch, introducing the Marquis to Sebastian and Alessia though the murmur of conversation and crackling of flame drown out the conversation for those not also near the bonfire.

Kiera has joined the by the lily pond.

"It is the way of such events, but a beautiful dance, yes? Everyone seems to be having such a lovely time," Valencia replies to Parizio, her large dark eye glimmering with good cheer as she watches those gathered there before turning to wave brightly to Malcolm. "Your grace! How wonderful to see your face. Please be so welcome! We must make brief welcome, but will return soon, I promise," she assures happily as she turns to Patrizio. "Are you ready, Highness?"

A glance is cast about as he's addressed by Valencia, and Patrizio's smile's not dimmed a watt. "I'm ready when you are, Highness," he answers back, the brief check to make sure that his attire's in proper shape, before he allows playfully, "I'd almost rather do this in armour. Speaks to how much I've been in it, these last years, but..." And then he silences himself, as he gestures, as if making sure it's clear he's ceding the floor.

"Doesn't it though? The name explains so many things, truly," Lore lets out a rich laugh, lifting her glass to Cesare before taking a drink. "Her work is impeccable. I always come away both richer and poorer from her shop. The woman is a mastermind that has found the hole in my pockets. ANd that is one of the best compliments I can think of to give a body." She inclines her head to Valencia, offering a small bow and murmuring, "Of course, Your Highness. Please, enjoy your party." Straightening, she looks to Patrizio and offers a small nod, "Yes, this next one is particularly nasty. He's been planning, taken time to set himself up nicely. We're going to have to move quickly to put a stop to his overall goal in time. But! For tonight, we celebrate the ones that escaped the horrors of Eurus!" Malcolm gets a broad grin, though she doesn't try to interrupt his finding of something interesting, instead looking back to Cesare with a chuckle, "Neverending intrigue and adventure to be found in this city."

"What a charming way of putting it," Cesare replies to Lore, raising his eyebrows to the mention of someone particularly nasty and offering her a knowing look. "Never-ending adventure and intrigue to be found most places, if one knows where to look, my dear lady. And that is what Whispers specialize in, isn't it? Would you like to dance sometime this evening? It'd be my honor. You look like you have fleet feet, and I sense an adventurous spirit."

"Smile then, sir. For we are to stand before in happy welcome," Valencia teases Patrizio gently as she gently guides him to the center of the party. She pauses a moment before tapping her glass lightly to draw attention. Waiting for the crowds to softly silence for a moment, she smile again and begins the official announcement.

"My friends, thank you so much for coming to our little evening of fun and frivolity," Valencia smiles brightly as stands by Patrizio's side to addresses the crowd. "We are so happy to see you and we truly hope that you will enjoy yourselves as much as possible tonight. Please know that my Hart is yours. Feel free to explore our gardens, dance and eat to your heart's delight."

Cirroch's laugh fills the area to something said by the bonfire. He nods to Sebastian, "I believe that would be a description of the entire North your highness." he then looks over to Alessia and Raven as he regains his quieter voice.

Patrizio smiles to Valencia, before he's turning to look to those assembled. "As you know, we are here to also raise some much-needed funds to help the Hart assist those affected by the confrontation with the Skal'daja in the south. Especially those -- veterans and civilians -- who may not have the help of noble House to help them recover."

"As part of this, we hare hosting a raffle with half the pot going to the cause and the other to one lucky winner," the well-coiffed prince adds with a flourish. "So far, our raffle has raised 44,800 for the cause, which means a handsome sum of at least 44,800 is available to be won!"

"As always, if it pleases, we are accepting direct donations to the Hart as well," she adds with warm nod of head to her guests.

"But, please know that no matter which way you decide to support the Hart tonight, is deeply appreciated and will help many."

"Further, I am very pleased to announce that I am offering to match any direct donations to the Hart's charity up to a sum of two hundred fifty thousand silver, rather than the hundred thousand previously announced." A twinkle finds Patrizio's jade eyes as he speaks of it. "Though if the sum still surpasses that, I /could/ be open to a discussion to offer forth another match..."

Drake is a bit late to the party, but that's certainly the fashionable thing to do. Walking among the dancing and the floral arrangements, he's headed for the food. But he's taking care of Thea and doting on her a bit in the process.

Valencia blinks a moment at Patrizio, her lips parting in surprise only to quickly melt into a grateful smile. Remembering herself and quickly finding her composure, she continues with a graceful bow of her head to Patrizio.

"Thank, Highness. Your donation is so very much appreciated and will help so many," she offers earnestly at his show of support for the Hart. "Your generosity is an inspiration to us here."

Turning back she smiles again. "The draw will be made later this night, so if you wish to enter there is still time," the raven-haired explains clearly thrilled to be able to offer others a chance to enter.

"If you wish to purchase raffle tickets or make a direct donation, please let Prince Patrizio or I know. Tickets are $100 silver each."

Kiera quirks a brow at Cirroch's direction as patrizio speaks

"I would be delighted, Cesare, though I'll warn that my fleet feet are more used to the combat arena than the dance floor. But never let it be said an Artiglio won't dance," Lore responds with a brief grin before turning towards Valencia and Patrizio for the opening announcements. A spark of mischief lights on her face and she calls out, "If that's the case, Prince Patrizio, then I would like to offer an additional three hundred thousand to my initial donation! That will bring the total to five hundred thousand! Feel free to match the donation as you like!"

"But enough talk! There is fine company to enjoy and we have prepared a wonderful feast of food and libations to ensure you are sated and well pleased throughout the night," Patrizio grins to the crowd and back before raising a glass. "Please enjoy our evening and thank you so much for joining us."

"Yes! Please!" the little vixen calls out in kind lifting her own glass to the crowd as well. "Thank you so much for joining us, everyone! My Hart is yours to enjoy! And please, before you depart our Hart this evening, please take a little memento to remember our night together," she smiles and motions to an ornate chest filled with some rather fine liquor."

Suddenly, the music begins, the dance floor is cleared and the event starts in earnest.

There's a tip of head from Sebastian to Cirroch, looking pleased at the Marquis' response. He turns his gaze towards the host and hostess, glancing between them. The announcements earn applause from him -- brief, since he's forced to set aside his glass to do so.

Sebastian takes a bottle of Summer's End Honey Gold Rum from small wood chest.

Cesare blinks too, and then offers up a rousing round of applause and a cheer to the additional donation, casting admiring glances to both Patrizio and Lore, raising his hands as he applauds in indication for everyone to do the same.

Thea takes a bottle of Summer's End Honey Gold Rum from small wood chest.

Cirroch takes a bottle of Summer's End Honey Gold Rum from small wood chest.

Cesare takes a bottle of Summer's End Honey Gold Rum from small wood chest.

Carolina, an orphan from Bravura leaves, following Lore.

Carolina, an orphan from Bravura arrives, following Lore.

Raven takes a bottle of Summer's End Honey Gold Rum from small wood chest.

Thea looks up at Drake and chuckles. "It's only a flesh wound. Honest. Already feeling much better,"making room for him. She listens funds and looks well---she smiles a moment.

Tyche arrives at just the right time - when alcohol is being passed around freely! She smiles, delighted for her timing as she slips in without an escort, apparently finding some joy in flying solo tonight. This allows her a moment by the door to survey the crowd, to let her dark eyes drink in those here for the merriment and fundraising.

"I know, but I'm going to bring you food anyway," Drake says, and he isn't going to be THAT lingering, but he definitely makes sure he keeps an eye on Thea before he hits the food (and beer, since it's still a party).

Patrizio does, actually, manage to /not/ look surprised at Lore's offer - he does glance over to Valencia as if perhaps she'd known about a prior donation - and still that smile doesn't dim when he's looking back to the one who's upped her donation. "I'll definitely see what I can do about the further match," he says with a laugh. "Gods above, this will go a good way to helping those who gave so much, that our Compact endures."

Drake has joined the by the lily pond.

Valencia's surprise seems to render her speechless for a moment, her lips parting at the generous donation form Lore. For a time she looks very much like goldfish, her dark eyes widening and but no sound coming. "The Gods' brightest blessing upon you for this. Th-thank you," she finally finds her voice and steps to offer Lore a warm and decidely grateful and affectionate hug if allowed. "Thank you so much. And you, Prince Patrizio. Thank you. I am... we can help so many with this," she shakes her head in awe. "Come, drinks and food. Tonight is truly a night for celebration!"

A bell chimes and the first course of the summer's best foods and wines begin to appear carried with joyous aplomb by the Hart's staff.

Weaving subtly begin through the gathered crowd to offer an assortment of delights, from sweet apricots stuffed with creamy goat cheese and drizzled with honey to small smoked salmon canapes with capers and dilled lemon cream, morsels of buttery herbed mushrooms and an assortment of seasonal meats, cheeses along with an easy-to-drink medium-bodied, lightly spiced wine laden with luscious rum-soaked fruit.

For those who wish to start with something a little stronger, Master barkeep, Maggnus is there with a wink and a smile, and the perfect libations to indulge in.

Lore offers a bright and pleased smile towards Patrizio and Valencia before turning back to Cesare, "Well! I believe you requested a dance. Shall we?" She offers him her arm, then pauses, "Damned but I really need a good -hat- to go with this outfit. I'll have to speak with Jacali or Zakhar about that... anyways! Dancing time!"

Cesare takes Lore's arm and leads her out to the dancefloor, snagging a drink from a passing server on the way and downing it in one fell swoop. "Dancing time," he confirms. "Do you prefer to lead or be led, my lady Lore? And should we have some sort of signal for when it's time to stop for another drink?" That's probably really not necessary, but it could be fun.

"Please, yes! Someone must dance," Valencia beams at the idea of dancing, but is quickly swept away by little Lizette, her assistant and lady in waiting to quietly go over the next course of the feast to follow.

Raven has left the a cheerful bonfire.

Raven steps away from the bonfire and weaves through the crowd towards Valencia and Patrizio, pausing here and there to say hello to familiar faces but not lingering as she seeks out the hostess.

The initial bout of speaking on the prince's part done, Patrizio seems more content to take a bit of a breather, a few moments occupied with getting another glass of wine that is, unfortunately, gone almost as quickly as it's obtained, as if there are to be some nerves that he doesn't quite have on the battlefield, in such circumstances. But there's a warm smile, as he's watching Lore and Cesare take to the dance floor. His gaze briefly follows the hostess as she's busy with the details of the party, and he chuckles, nodding to Raven. "I'm glad to see you came out," he says with warmth to her.

"Oh I'm flexible with what I like, lets just get to moving and see where we fall, hm?" Lore sweeps out onto the dance floor with a brief grin before turning to face him once more. "Hm, perhaps tugging the right earlobe? Or touching the tip of the others nose? Or simply waggling an empty glass in the air?" There's delight clear in her eyes at the banter, "At some point, though, we'll have to move around the room and say hello to others. I do enjoy mingling." Shrugging out of her suit jacket, she tosses it to her assistant and takes his hand, "There. A little less confining." A brief wave and grin is given to Raven as she's spotted!

"Take care, messere." Alessia nods as Raven takes her leave, a warm smile on her lips. "Don't be a stranger now."

"A black cat? That don't sound - expected," Malcolm mutters, glancing from Drake and Thea and Kiera toward Isabeau, shaking his head slightly. "I didn't." Then, with dawning determination: "Oh, aye. Duchess Isabeau Telmar. I do believe that I do -- yes, owe you a damn dance." The Shepherd Duke offers his arm, er, the arm he's already offered to the Duchess. He offers it again.

"I appreciate flexibility in many of its forms," Cesare agrees, putting a hand on Lore's waist and spinning her out onto the space of the floor which has been cleared of people so there's room to dance. Cesare has suggested in mixed company before that Setarcan feet are the fastest of all - though it's a suggestion which has yet to be /entirely/ put through its paces. Still, he certainly is quick, agile, and graceful, with the particular ability to make a partner with any sort of skill look good too; it must be something they teach at Whisper House. Nobody's toes will be stepped on tonight.

Raven bows politely, "Your highness, of course. I recall you and Princess Valencia mentioning it some time ago. I gave her my word I'd not miss out. I will always gladly support the princess and her charitable endeavors. How can I but anything but wholeheartedly support someone who hands out RUM as party favors?

Mark has left the by the lily pond.

Isabeau is already there, her hand still in Malcolm's arm as she casts him a laughing look with her bright blue eyes. "If you step on my toes, I will make you dance again until you get it right at all kinds of events." She threatens him, most playfully as she grins over at Drake, "I'll let you spin me about if you want, cousin."

Isabeau has left the by the lily pond.

Isabeau has joined the dance floor.

Cesare has joined the dance floor.

Malcolm has left the by the lily pond.

Malcolm has joined the dance floor.

Valencia smiles at Raven, perhaps still reeling from the generosity seen this night. "My dearest, Raven. I'm so glad you approve our choice of gifts. I hope you enjoy it," she grins as the woman arrives at her and Patrizio's side.

Lore has joined the dance floor.

"Her highness certainly knows the target audience," Patrizio says to Raven with a playful lightness to his tone, and a laugh follows. "Let us be fair, though. I'm always in favour of something that, when enjoyed later, reminds one very well of an event, and fondly one would hope. And it was her highness who thought it appropriate, especially with summer having so fleetly left us." He grins, even as he briefly turns his head to see Isabeau and Malcolm joining the couple already on the dance floor.

1 Inverno Ensign, 1 Inverno Captain, Cornelius, a studious looking attendant, 4 First Legion Centurions leave, following Tyche.

Raven smiles warmly, "Of course, Your highness. I love this establishment and while I've met many extraordinary people in Arvum none can rival the genuine warmth and spirit you do. The generosity of those here is a token of their regard for you as noble as the cause you champion is, your highness. I am pleased to see see you pleased." she grins "Rest assured I will enjoy it though the warmth it brings is still less than your company, princess."

"As do I, flexibility is key in so many things..." Lore offers teasingly, whirling around with a flair of wild black curls in lieu of skirts. He may be in for that challenge tonight, as the young woman matches him step for step. She may have been exaggerating her lack of dancing skill just a little. Moving easily to the beat of the music with Cesare, she flashes him a grin as they twirl, "What else do you appreciate, Cesare? Tell me something of yourself, since we're getting so close."

"I think you should just keep doing it anyway,"Thea tells Isabuea with a slight laugh, watching Malcolm dragged away. She watches the dancers and grins.

Raven gives Lore a belated brin and wave, albeit distractedly.

Valencia smiles at Raven once more, her approval of rum definitely making her smile. "Well, we do aim to please our guests, but tell me, Raven, do you dance?" she asks looking between them cheerfully before glancing to smile at the current dancers as they take to the floor.

Cesare tips his head back and laughs, the dark waves of his own hair spinning out behind him. It's a delighted sound, not just for the tease in Lore's voice, but for having a well-matched dancing partner, and it's as bright and gold as a bell, carrying over even the din of the crowd, the pure tone and richness of it probably giving some hint to what he's about to say. "I'm a singer," he says to Lore. "I love music - appreciate wouldn't be a strong enough word. Really, there are so many things I appreciate. Beauty in any of its forms, even the small ones people often overlook. Seeing the curl of hair at the nape of somebody's neck when their back is turned. Smelling rain on the air after it's been dry for a long time, or seeing a white plume of woodsmoke on a blue sky. When someone makes me laugh unexpectedly. What about you, Lore? What do you appreciate?"

Drake sits back and watches the dance begin, but he's starting on the food... and his second drink, switching to rum as the drinks come around.

Again, the bell chimes and yet more beautiful platters are brought to the crowd by pretty serving girls to all those who wish indulge in the season's most sumptuous fare including platters of sweet green melon wrapped in salty cured ham, spicy skewers of fresh prawn, crusty rounds of fine white bread toasted and topped with diced tomato, basil and drizzled with balsamic and olive oil, tasty morsels of crisp bacon wrapped beef, sweet plump scallops in a succulent fresh garlic cream and rich red Lycene out of Lenosia now arrive.

Kiera has left the by the lily pond.

Cirroch has left the a cheerful bonfire.

Cirroch has joined the dance floor.

Thea is pretty happy to take the new foods that are brought out, though she DOES look enviously at the drinks.

Raven's eyebrows shoot up, "Ah. Well. Bella taught me to dance, aye. I've done it once or twice. I am sure the guests might join you if you and Prince Patrizio take to the dancefloor, the music is quite lively."

Drake is overheard praising Valencia: Terrific food at this event!

Thea, and all those who might not be able to indulge this night, are readily seen to by the Hart's eager staff with warm offers of appropriate drink of the guests choice to ensure they are refreshed and never left wanting.

Patrizio offers a grin to Raven. "You say that as if you yourself don't want to take a turn, even if it's been a while," he says with a warm smile, and there's likewise one offered to Valencia, before he turns back to Raven. "If you'd enjoy a turn on the dance floor, I'd be quite delighted to offer you a spin upon it. With the princess, I hope, realizing she can't escape a similar fate at some juncture tonight."

Kiera has joined the dance floor.

"Tschkt! Go enjoy the dance, Prince Patrizio. You have earned it. And with a woman as lovely us our dear Raven upon your arms, how can you both not inspire even more dancing," Valencia beams to the Blackheart and back, clearly delighted at more dancing. "Go, go. I must prepare for the next course and the upcoming draw. Enjoy!"

"Ahhhhhhhh, a music-lover! I will spare you the tone deaf cowbell of my voice, then. Singing is not one of my talents, nor are any of the myriad instruments. I do sketch and paint, when the mood takes. I actually started out as a cartographer," Lore seems only too amused by her own lack of musical talent, acting as though she does him a favor in -not- singing. Instead, she turns her thoughts towards her interests as they spin about the floor. Chuckling, she reaches out, snatching up a bit of melon wrapped in ham and taking a bite even as she winks at him, "Fast hands. Fast feet. I appreciate an ecclectic spread of things. Art, in all its forms. A good story from an adventure past. A good brew or liquor to share with company. The almost predatory feeling of victory at a good deal found at market. The satisfying sound of fist meeting flesh when offense has been given. The beauty in a well-crafted blade. The challenge in running a household or sailing a ship. Too many things to count, truly. But above all else, adventure. I hate remaining idle, it sends me climbing walls and acting recklessly just from the sheer, rampant -boredom-."

Raven's eyebrows lift, "Certainly, your highness. I'd be delighted, most kind of you to offer. So long as I'm not stealing you away from your co-hosting duties?"

The laugh that slides from his throat when there's the back and forth between the two women with him, and then he's offering up his arm to Raven, to escort her onto the floor. "Do not go hiding behind Messeres Maggnus or Lizette to avoid a dance a little later, highness," he chides Valencia, even as he's bringing Raven with him out to where there's more space to enjoy the music. "I think we were given leave for me to shirk that particular duty for a little bit," he says to Raven, as if he thinks he's confiding something. Though his expression says that he knows otherwise.

Patrizio has joined the dance floor.

Raven has joined the dance floor.

By the fire, Sebastian rises, holding his elbow out to Alessia. A moment later he escorts her out towards the dance floor, taking her on a twirling turn, but it doesn't seem he means to stop -- he continues through, and slips towards the exit, escorting the Lady Mazetti along with him.

Sebastian has left the a cheerful bonfire.

Alessia has left the a cheerful bonfire.

Briar, a quiet young woman, 6 First Legion Centurions, Alessia leave, following Sebastian.

Once more the bell tolls and the course changes to things both palate cleansing and temptingly sweet. Large platters of various sweets are offered, including delicate late summer strawberries served with slightly sweetened creamy white cheese drizzled with fig infused balsamic, honey-kissed raspberry almond tarts, an impressive tower of sweet-cream filled profiteroles piled high into a tower and bound with threads of lightly spun caramel, small boysenberry fools and sweet berries, and an assortment of cheeses, succulent grapes and fresh honey figs are offered along with a delightfully palate cleansing tea, a glass of Summer's End Honey Gold Rum or a smoothly finishing dessert wine to wash it all down.

Raven follows Patrizio out to the dancefloor, "I really need to get proper slippers. I comissioned someone to do shopping for me, I'll add that to the list. My apologies in advance if I step on your toes, your highness."

Patrizio smiles as he takes up a good poise with Raven, the ease with how he settles into the manner. "I can't claim that Bella had me tutored on the matter, but obviously, something you have to pick up when you're me, mmm?" He's having fun with it, and a laugh when she's warning him. "Please. If I cant handle such things... I'd hardly do good out in the wild." Which comes with a knowing smile when he's leading his partner with the rhythm.

Raven cocks an eyebrow, "Are you comparing me to some ungainly hoofed critter you encountered in the wild?!" Mock indignation in her tone as she follows the Prince's expert lead, her grin broad and her verdant gaze bright with mischife.

Another bright laugh, not that it wasn't clear from looking at Patrizio that Raven's remark is the cause of it. "Hardly. Was more speaking to what we both know - that I'm hardly some fragile flower." The smile lingers when he's shifting with the music that's being played, the gentle nudge of a hand to encourage Raven into a spin beneath their joined hands, and catching her on the far side, as he shakes his head. "I think comparing you to some beast in the wild would be at hazard of my health, no?"

"If I may have your attention, my dearest friends! We are about to draw our winner," Valencia invites everyone to gather with an excited little lift of her frame as the draw draws near.

"There is 44,800 in silver to be won tonight. If you have not yet done so, please purchase your tickets from myself or Prince...," she grins happily as she notes Prince Patrizio and Raven dancing. "To myself," she continues with a playful laugh. "We will select our winner soon after."

Drake watches the dance floor, but doesn't look as if he's going to join, perhaps because he's still into the food. At the announcement of the raffle, he looks over to see what will be said, tapping a foot in time to the music.

Raven snorts, "You know better. I so much as tussle your hair and there'll be an army of ladies with hairpins angry with me at damaging any part of you." She spins under his arm at his urging, spinning out so she doesn't whack him in the fair with her hair before coming back in, "Also, there's a fair chance I'd take it as a compliment if the creature's suitably feirce." She looks over, "Should we join the lovely hostess?"

"Don't know why. Didn't think you'd be overly concerned 'bout it, milady, more me - worryin, is all. Wonderin why. Wonderin how best to help." Malcolm mutters, but then he needs to chuckle at himself. "To think all this when dancing, eh? Grand timing. Provided we end this dance on a high note, Duchess Isabeau, we'll see if we stick the finish. You wanna twirl?" He asks with a boyishly crooked half-grin.

Isabeau gives Malcolm a look of pure amusement, obviously bracing herself as she says, with obvious mirth, "I /always/ want to twirl, and this dress is so sparkly it begs to be twirled." She answers, preparing herself for anything though her delight dances in her bright eyes.

Patrizio is certainly grinning, both at the snort and the retort that comes about the matter of 'mussing' his hair. "Please. I'm hardly blind to it, but it's not /that/ bad." And still he beams, as there's another twirl of his partner out there on the floor, before he's laughing, and nodding about the matter. "We probably ought," he says more seriously, "Since there are hosting duties that I ought be helping with. But thank you for consenting to the dance."

The music slowly winds down for now and Valencia steps forward once more. Holding up a hand, she addresses the crowd.

"Thank you again to everyone for attending and for all your generous donations. Thanks to you we can help so many," Valencia offers her hand softly pressing to her chest in appreciation.

"If it pleases, I am so very happy to announce that our raffle has raised 44,800 in silver for the cause," she reports brightly with a nod to Patrizio as a two chests are presented to the crowd by the Hart's able staff -- one filled with raffle tickets and the other the silver winnings.

"Your Highness? Would you see to the to draw of our winner, please?" she invites Patrizio take over the proceedings.

Malcolm's not terribly successful at dancing, but, Isabeau's innate skill balances it out.

Raven smiles, "IT was a delight. Thank you for the dance, your highness! Back to the duties you go!"

Isabeau ends the dance with a twirl, smiling at her partner with every evidence of warmth as she turns to watch and listen to Valencia, pausing to lean in and murmur something to Malcolm.

A grin for Raven as he's bounding up to where Valencia's summoning him, and... no, indeed, there's a brief diversion for Patrizio to be grabbing a glass of wine. "I'll have rum /after/ the draw, I promise," he says with a boyish grin to Master Barkeep Maggnus, and a lift of his glass in salute, before he's taking a breath and looking to the boxes. "I can't say how much it means to me to see so much raised - both in tickets and in direct donations - for a cause that's so dear to my heart. May this be the start of helping those who stood for our Compact when it was threatened by those from across the sea. But..." Another breath, before he shifts, picking up the chest with the tickets, giving a good shake to mix them up within, before he's presenting it to Lore. "My lady, if you'd be so kind as to draw one forth...."

Lore has rolled 1 896-sided dice: 33

Whirling up to the edge of the dance floor, Lore flashes a bright smile and dips a nod, "I would be delighted, Your Highness." Reaching in, she rifles around the tickets before coming up with one and handing it over to Valencia with a smile, "Your Highness."

"Patience is one virtue I am grateful to have been blessed with," Cesare acknowledges with a dip of his head, spinning Lore so she comes to a stop just in front of Patrizio and the chest he's extended. He slants her a wink which suggests he agrees with whatever she's just said to him, and waits to see who the winner is, coming to stand alongside her with a companionable hand still at her waist.

Kiera has a broad smile as she is spun on the dancefloor though her movements lack the grace of someone practiced

Valencia couldn't look more possibly pleased and claps along with the crowd as the winner is announced.

"Congratulations to our winner, Lady Emberly of Crovane!" Valencia calls out to the crowd and sets them to cheering.

As things settle she speaks once more. "Again, my dearest friends, and I cannot say this enough. My Hart is made for Avrum and Arx, but it is you who bring it to life," the little vixen nods clearly touched by the evening's generosity. "And now, thanks your generous gifts, we have raised more than 1 million in silver and 1,000 in writs to help those in need. Thank you, everyone for such generosity! So many have been helped this night."

"This is truly... amazing. And I am so honoured and so very blessed to be in your company," she continues, clearly moved by this. "Thank you so very much for everything you do for the Hart and the all the people of Avrum. Please, now, enjoy your evening and find us again. Our Hart is very much yours."

Drake applauds, but since they weren't the winner... he looks around for a second before offering a hand to Thea to stand up. "Never hurts to look into it." He smiles as he sees his sister is also having a good time. But for now, it looks like they may be on their way out.

Drake is overheard praising Patrizio.

Isabeau is overheard praising Valencia.

Kiera is overheard praising Patrizio.

Isabeau is overheard praising Patrizio.

Drake has left the by the lily pond.

Thea has left the by the lily pond.

Finn the large Northern hunting dog with icy blue eyes, Rocco, the rascally assistant, Strawberry Pupcake, the Graypeak Mountain Dog leave, following Thea.

Thea leaves, following Drake.

Patrizio,too, applauds when Valencia's announcing the winner of the draw, looking very pleased at the matter. "Thank you all, so much, for your support of this cause. It means so much to me, to see so many here to support something that is so important in the wake of how many gave of themselves. Words cannot express." His hand presses to his chest as he's bowing to those assembled. "But from my heart of hearts, I thank you all for being a part of this effort, and may this do good for those who most need it."

Kiera is overheard praising Valencia.

Lore is right there, applauding the winner of the raffle and letting out a whoop when the overal total raised is announced. She offers a smiling nod towards Patrizio and Valencia, "Thank you both for letting me play a small role. This is a cause very near and dear, so I greatly appreciate all the help for the refugees." Turning back to Cesare, she smiles, "Now! Drinks?"

Isabeau dips her head in a nod to Malcolm, stepping away from him and a quiet exchange to offer her hand to Valencia and Patrizio after the applause and everything dies out. Her warm contralto voice congratulates them both with a smile, "An exceptional event, your Highnesses. Thank you. But I must take my leave."

Kiera has left the dance floor.

Isabeau gets a bottle of Summer's End Honey Gold Rum from small wood chest.

A warm nod is returned to Isabeau along with a bright smile. "It was such a delight to see you here. I hope it is the first of many times," Valencia returns with a happy grin. "Thank you again for joining us."

Cesare applauds as well, nodding. "Our doors, hearts, hands and pockets should always be open to those in need," he agrees. "Drinks! What sort of drink do you favor, Lore? I'll drink almost anything, myself - I'm not big on sweets, and -" he glances around to make sure Sebastian is nowhere nearby when he acknowledges, "Whiskey is my favorite, or red wine. But it seems rum may be on the menu tonight. Shall we have some of that? Princess Valencia, Prince Patrizio, can I get you a glass as well?"

Cirroch pauses on the dance floor to cheer loudly for the announced silver raised. Looking to Patrizio, "Is your purse feeling lighter now Prince Patrizio?" There's a grin accompanying the call, as he finds a drink to raise to both hosts. "A well held gala, may the funds help as many as possible."

Isabeau flashes a smile to Valencia and dips her head, before returning to Malcolm, "Perhaps our two Hearts should collaborate sometime, your Highness." She quirks a smile and wiggles her fingers in a wave

"Thank you for coming, Duchess," Patrizio says, in kind, a dip of his head to Isabeau as she's taking her leave. "I'm pleased to see that you came out, and I hope to see you again soon." He grins a bit to Cesare at the offer of the rum, and there's a chuckle that slides from him. "I'm not about to say no to something harder, my good Whisper," he says with that grin.

And Cirroch gets a warm laugh. "That was something of a danger I was prepared for in the matter, but it's all in the name of a good cause. Others who have need of it more than I, so... I shall live."

The Shepherd Duke draws himself up to his best unslouchy strand, offers a bow, and he dutifully offers the crook of his elbow for Duchess Isabeau to accept when it pleases. His expression is relaxed, comfortably friendly, and he offers a look around before holding a hand up - offering a wave as the pair prepare to depart.

Malcolm has left the dance floor.

Isabeau has left the dance floor.

Jerome, a bodyguard, Morgana, a proper secretary, 2 Valardin Knights, Elaine, an older courtier leave, following Isabeau.

Isabeau leaves, following Malcolm.

Raven appluads for the winner and finishes her drink while other filter out.

Raven has left the dance floor.

"I should like that very much, my lady. There is so much good that can be done when we all work together. I would welcome a chance to help even more people and good causes," Valencia returns seeming rather heartened by Isabeau's suggestion. She and Malcolm are soon on their way and the little vixen finally draws a breath. "Thank you, my dearest Whisper Cesare. I should adore one. But you are my guest, please enjoy. You work so hard, yes?" she nods gently with a smile. "I believe I have wine," she looks about and smiles to see a very patient Lizette there with glass upon tray and more besides just in case others require more.

"Oh I will drink anything that doesn't kill me, really. My tastes tend to be a bit odd, so I will leave the choice of drinks to you, Cesare," Lore offers with a nod and a smile. She looks to Patrizio and chuckles, "Wine is fine but liquor is quicker? I suppose I should ask if we're making any preparations for the... building unrest in the Oathlands? I'm not a terribly big fan of overland travel, but we do what we must." Turning towards Valencia, she chuckles, "We cannot help it, Your Highness. We must if we are seeking for ourselves, its part of the training." Pausing, she adds, "Well, I assume it is for Whispers as well. I know it was taught to me in my own lessons."

Patrizio does seem to sober slightly at the mention of matters in the Oathlands. "I think that the things that should come are going to come on their own. That said, Valardin stood firm with us when Pieros was under threat, and we'd never turn our back on anyone in the Compact who need us. Which, yes, I'm aware comes dangerously close to my sounding like I'm putting on my other hat." To which he laughs, not quite as warmly as before. "But a matter of another night, perhaps, those things that rise up to challenge us."

Cirroch takes a longer drink of the rum that was handed out, looking over to Patrizio. "That's really what matters. And, we both managed to do so by keeping shirts on this go." Then raising his index finger to wag at the prince, "Though you do owe me a spar, perhaps we can find another night or event where we can both find amusement in a spar and drink?"

"You were a Whisper? How wonderful!" Valencia replies to Lore her dark eyes widening with approval as she looks to Cesare and back. "It is a fine occupation. I admire the grace of our city's Whispers. Such grace and talent," she grins again to Cirroch. "I like that you enjoy your silks so much. They suit you very well, my lord."

Cesare nods in acknowledgement at the responses he receives and waves a hand dismissively at Valencia's insistence that he relax, with a quick murmur and a smile to Lizette. He makes his way over to the bar and shortly returns with four glasses, two in each hand. "We call this one a Kraken in Setarco. If there's another drink by that name, I wouldn't be surprised. Dark rum, bitters, lime juice, cinnamon, ginger, splash of grenadine, and tonic." He gives a placid blink to the change of conversational topics. "I'm not sure which unrest we're speaking of, but if I can be of assistance, do let me know. As I told Lore, I've been flexing my diplomatic muscles to the best of their ability lately. I believe I heard reference of a certain traitor stirring in the Saffron - /that/ I do know about, and would be happy to speak of to anyone who wants to join the fight against him. You need only ask. But perhaps another night, as Prince Patrizio says."

"Oh! No! I've never been a member of the Whisper House, Your Highness. I've sought out tutelage from some of them, however. And I enjoyed a good relationship with Radiant Emeritus Selene for some time. My fault that its lapsed, truly. I went to Bravura for a time to sort out some business issues with the Count's shipping enterprises and found myself gone far longer than I'd intended." Lore offers a sheepish sort of smile and a small shake of her head. "Of course, I would have loved to join the Whispers at one point, but I'm not sure I've the right temperament for it these days. I far prefer to take action and go seek out mysteries and intrigues these days." Looking to Patrizio, she nods to him, "Of course, Your Highnes. My apologies for bringing up a poor subject in such excellent company. I'll try to set up a meeting another time that perhaps we can speak and I can try to verify what information I've been receiving of late?" She accepts the lgass from Cesare with a small chuckle and murmurs, "You know... I actually have my own brand of rum that I brew. A dark rum, very dark. But excellent, if I do say so myself. I spent years trying to perfect the blend of spices I put in it. Then I had it aged for five years, anchored in a bay that feeds into the sea. Underwater aging is an interesting process."

"Tonight's not the night for a spar, no, but perhaps her highness would be kind enough to entertain the idea in some months of having another event in the arena." Patrizio's grinning, as if he's perhaps game for such a thing, even as he's weighing the wisdom of it. "Though we'll have to think of the terms, and whether or not we're both in but silks for the combat, mmm?" He's having fun with it and... Cesare's words do draw his ear, even as he's nodding. "Another night for worries of the things that loom before us as a challenge. Though I'm not as worried about things to the south as to west and north, but.. as we said, another time for such worries." This comes with a smile to Lore as well, about the thing. "Hardly in bad taste. But indeed - I've still my offices at the Iron Secretariat, and might be a better venue for such discussions. Plus a ready supply for the liquor that's needed for the like."

"As would I, my lady," Valencia smiles to Lore. "To be a Whisper is something I think many would love to aspire, too. Perhaps one day you might find your way to explore?" she nods playfully as Cesare returns with all manner of interesting things. "I can see we are in for a treat," Valencia smiles to the gracious whisper as he sees them cared for in elegant style. "You will spoil us yet, Missere Whisper, if you are not careful," she smiles aside before drawing a more serious expression as she listens to the talk of the new threats facing the Compact. "My Hart is ready to rise in assistance,as always. The good of Valardin is good for all of Avrum. It is hour duty to help, if we can. I am sure my cousin will stand as well. Velenosa is obviously an ally."

Cesare chuckles. "Nonsense," he replies. "It would take more than my efforts alone to spoil one so virtuous as you. In the midst of all the troubles we've seen, it's important to remember that life goes on. We must continue living, and care for ourselves, lest we be unable to care for others. Hence why events like this one are so important to remind everyone that there are many refugees in need of assistance, and that there will be more." He dips his chin and lifts his glass, murmuring to Lore, "It sounds incredible. Now I'm going to /have/ to try that."

"That reminds me... Marquis, I believe I promised you a spar as well some time ago. Duty has kept me busy, but when there is time to indulge, I will be game." Lore is reminded of something from a ways back, turning to CIrroch with a smile. Darting a glance back to Patrizio, she nods, "Of course, Your Highness. I'll send a missive around tomorrow to set up a good time to meet. And I'll bring some liquor of my own so we don't diminish your stock too terribly." There's a brief chuckle offered before she's nodding to Valencia, "Perhaps! But for now, I prefer to be on the go and doing. I simply cannot... wait. Waiting is terrible to me, I hate being still. And so much of the Whispers seems... soft and still and quiet. I could likely stand to learn more from them, however." She lifts a small shrug, unafraid to admit her own flaws. To Cesare, she grins, "Oh I can ensure that happens. I always keep a bottle or two on me..."

Lore takes Liquor Bag from Large Oiled Leather Rucksack.

Cirroch nods to Patrizio, "Of course not tonight. Though another fight of wearing only silks could be fun. Master Ripley was a good sport the last time, and I've made sure to send them many treats from the March for both their generous gift as well as being the one to volunteer when everyone else was interesting in watching." He laughs to himself before looking to Valencia, with a soft bow of his head. "Valencia, as always it has been a pleasure to see you. Though I have Sasha and the children at home, and it is nearing th..." He shakes his head lightly as Petroc hands him a note, "Speak of the very ones. I thought I was ahead of their demands tonight." He looks to Lore with a smile, "I will be more than happy to take you up on our spar. Though there are six children, or rather one very demanding heir that is leading the others in a minor riot if I don't offer a story for them."

Lore takes a bottle of Summer's End Honey Gold Rum from small wood chest.

Lore puts a bottle of Summer's End Honey Gold Rum in Liquor Bag.

"Truer words never spoken. You are a kindred spirit, I can tell, Missere Whisper Cesare," Valencia nods back cheerfully. A little look to Patrizio is given along with a nod. "I should like to host something again that celebrates the martial arts. I am very much a fan of sparring," she nods eagerly to Patrizio and Cirroch. "Perhaps we should have a big celebration or tourney?" she wonders openly to those present. "Something fun for everyone," she nods the idea seeming to root and blossom in her mind. "Though, to be true, my arena is always open for you to enjoy if it pleases you." To Cirroch, she smiles again, and offers him a warm and affectionate hug. "You give my best to your lovely wife and tell her to come seem me soon. Both of you," she smiles. "Kinds for your wee ones. And thank you again, my lord. For everything."

Lore checked dexterity + artwork at difficulty 9, rolling 29 higher.

Lore checked dexterity + artwork at difficulty 9, rolling 22 higher.

Lore drops Squid Ink.

Cirroch has left the dance floor.

Petroc, the most unassuming man you have ever met have been dismissed.

2 Sanna House Guards have been dismissed.

Bear have been dismissed.

Valencia gets Squid Ink.

"I think a tournament would be wonderful, but there's the matter of the effort that goes into such things. Though if the good Marquis Sanna would be happy to give me /another/ spar..." Patrizio laughs warmly, accompanied by the slow shake of his head when he considers the matter. "But perhaps in some weeks. Time perhaps for everyone to recover and discuss the matter of how best to support those things we all hold dear, after this wonderful evening."