Tears of the Lost
He strolled amongst the nobles of chaos, a smile upon his face and a drink in his hand. His hair was black and curly, highlighted blue by the torches of Thelbane. Immaculately dressed in blacks and blues, the style was older, but it seemed fitting. My eyes met his for just a moment and I watched him run his gaze over my form. I smiled back invitingly, and raised my glass. His eyes returned to mine, and for a second I thought had him, and then he turned and walked away, towards where the true power lay.
The Diaries of Lady Slauhna