Kael caught tidbits of the conversation as he approached,feeling even more awkward that he had been already. Still..he couldn't just walk back to Sydney in defeat.
"Lady Asleif," Kael greets with a courtly bow, though inside his gut is wrenching. He'd learned long ago to keep up a proper facade. "Pardon me, sir, but may I borrow the Goddess of Secrets for a dance?"
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