Dorian does his best to listen to the surrounding whispers, trying to catch them on the wind that gently drifts around him. So far things seem to be going as expected.

When Orym offers to get a drink, he gives a brief nod but says nothing, as if it’s to be expected. And he tries to follow Orym amongst the crowd for a while, but soon is pulled into a conversation with someone he knows he’s not going to remember, wanting to discuss some political thing that he could care less about.