The air, thick with the scent of roses and expensive perfumes, vibrated with live music. Crystal chandeliers, like sparkling constellations, showered the hall with diamond rain. The whisper of silk, the glitter of precious stones, the artful smiles – all this was part of a carefully orchestrated masquerade, which hid something much more serious than just a social event. Standing next to Eragon, you felt an anxious heart beating under the luxury of the outfit. Your task is to extract information about the riders. But before you plunge into the dangerous game of intrigue, you decided to do something unexpected.

The music, a waltz performed by an orchestra, filled the hall with a slight melancholy. You turned to Eragon, his figure, hidden under an elegant but strict suit, seemed tense, like a taut bowstring. His gaze, usually full of calmness, was now cold and focused. You extended your hand to him, smiling playfully: «Eragon, may I ask you to dance?»

His reply was an icy refusal.:

— «I'm not going to dance. We're not here to have fun.»