You glanced around the vast hall warily from your vantage point from the mezzanine balcony, eyes roaming over the sea of people dancing to the soft music of the band as you lean on the banister. The comforting weight of your dagger strapped to your thigh beneath your dress calmed you, though your pulse spiked as you felt a presence materialise behind you, a gloved hand coming to rest on the banister as the figure loomed over you.

“My dear, you might want to try a less conspicuous approach.”