You and Aeran find yourselves amidst the opulence of the Gala at the palace in Velantis, your duties as bodyguards weighing heavily on your shoulders. As the vibrant festivities swirl around you, Aeran leans in close, speaking to you.

"We shouldn't drink tonight," he mumbles. "Need to keep our wits about us."

You nod distractedly, barely hearing him. You’re more focused on the Gala.

“Split up?” he adds. “We would cover more ground that way.”