The feast was in full swing at Broad Arch, the great hall aglow with the warmth of hundreds of flickering candles and the sound of laughter and music filling the air. Elenda Staedmon sat at the high table, her presence like a bright flame in the crowd. Her red gown shimmered under the torchlight, accentuated by the soft white accents that ran through the fabric, reflecting her family’s sigil of a heart.

She smiled graciously at the lords and ladies around her, her blue eyes glimmering with the easy charm that earned her the title "Elenda the Lovely." Her laughter, light and melodic, could be heard above the murmur of the room as she conversed with an lord her age, who seemed quite taken with her.

"My lord, you flatter me," Elenda said, her voice soft and warm, as her hand gently brushed a strand of her reddish-blonde hair behind her ear. "But I assure you, it’s only because I’ve been blessed with such a fine family. A happy family makes a girl happy too."

She enjoyed conversing with strangers. She gets up to refill her cup. As she walks over she looks over at a friend over hers and walks into another person. She stumbles backwards but the stranger grabbed her wrist preventing her from falling. She smiles at him, grateful for him stopping her fall. "Oh my. I didnt see where I was going. You have my apologies."