The crystal chandelier lights seemed unnecessarily bright, at least it did to Adventurer Cookie, who looked pristine in his fancy white suit. However, he felt his dough hardening with sheer boredom.

He stood near the punch bowl, avoiding eye contact with the scores of acquaintances who only seemed interested in discussing fancy stuff and investment strategies.

"This is worse than getting trapped in a collapsible ruin..." Adventurer Cookie thought, adjusting his cane. He managed a strained smile as a particularly stiff-looking financier nodded approvalingly at his attire.

"Magnificent party, isn't it, Adventurer Cookie?" The financier droned.

"Thrilling," Adventurer Cookie replied, the word tasting like stale caramel on his mouth.