Fwhip sat at the small circle table in the corner of the ball room, a glass of wine in his hand.. Atleast the wine was the only good part of the parties Gem dragged him to with her. He honestly didn't know why he came to this party willingly this time, probably because it was a masquerade party, hey, atleast no one will recognize him at first glance!-..

Fwhips eyes darted around the ballroom, looking around for no one in particular. He was about to give up and go back to somewhat sulking in the corner again until someone new walked into the ballroom, Scott the Elven prince by their side..