"I have already been to the party and have seen Kostos Averesch run headlong into a stone pillar. Unless more skeletons come crawling out of the harbor or Enchanter Julius's elusive red lyrium dragon comes calling, I very much doubt anything more exciting than that is likely to happen. And if it does, one might argue that I'm much better off here than in the courtyard. Here you are, Mister Ellis."

This last bit is to punctuate her passing him the plate with the half of a group sized cheese tart.

"I thought that, given your being too tired to join the festivities, I might at least see a very small portion of them up to you. You will forgive me for not bringing along any of the musicians. Although, popular consensus seems to be that you may be better off without. Hello, Ruadh. Would you like a bit of cheese tart as well?"

Her plain black mask has been pushed up into her hair, leaving her with a funny half face of makeup where Wysteria had drawn exaggerated cheekbones on herself with some heavy dark powder, and had blacked her nose and darkened her lips with the same.