Edge stepped into the ballroom alongside Rydia, his sash flowing green alongside. While his comfort with such formal clothing was lacking, his experience and appreciation of such events more than counteracted his discomfort.

It seemed that the Regent had pulled out all the stops in celebrating the birthday of his daughter. He knew it was imperative that he make a good impression with the local leadership.

Taking his own glass of champagne, he was impressed by the quality Cid had offered. Nodding towards Rydia, "Almost as good as Eblan's"