[ As much as Steve feels that he's had his fair share of parties for the month, as one of the Summoned conclave representatives there's really no getting out of the Gala of Illumination. Despite the fact that he's chosen to wear a fairly simple blue suit instead of anything too eye-catching, he's apparently made enough of a name for himself in the Free Cities that he can't ignore various attendees coming up to him to chat.
The good news is, he's done this sort of thing before. He knows how to deflect or evade when a conversation goes in a direction that might get him in trouble if he talks too openly. He isn't necessarily the best at keeping his mouth shut or holding his tongue when he feels strongly about something.
Still, it's a way to learn names and faces and potentially earn some good will for when a motion is put through later in the month.
When Astarion approaches him and shoves his gift basket into his arms, Steve's eyebrows shoot up. They're both conclave representatives now, alongside Claude, and Astarion works under Viktor as well as keeps a room at the Sarstina. It's about time that they chatted, although in the midst of this fancy shindig the elf looks a sight different from how he had at the Christmas party, throwing knives at the wall.
Steve blinks down at the gift basket that's already found its way into his hands. ]
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The good news is, he's done this sort of thing before. He knows how to deflect or evade when a conversation goes in a direction that might get him in trouble if he talks too openly. He isn't necessarily the best at keeping his mouth shut or holding his tongue when he feels strongly about something.
Still, it's a way to learn names and faces and potentially earn some good will for when a motion is put through later in the month.
When Astarion approaches him and shoves his gift basket into his arms, Steve's eyebrows shoot up. They're both conclave representatives now, alongside Claude, and Astarion works under Viktor as well as keeps a room at the Sarstina. It's about time that they chatted, although in the midst of this fancy shindig the elf looks a sight different from how he had at the Christmas party, throwing knives at the wall.
Steve blinks down at the gift basket that's already found its way into his hands. ]
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