Truth or Dare: Side Party for Servants and Scoundrels

[faderifting]

WHO: Anyone!
WHAT: A party for people who might scare the nobility, are deathly afraid of chandeliers, or fled the soiree with cheeses hidden in their clothes and need to make a clean getaway.
WHEN: During (and after) the soiree.
WHERE: The valley beyond Skyhold.
NOTES: Drinking, revelry. People might make out or something. We're not responsible for your actions.

The soiree might be fun, if you're into that sort of thing, but that isn't what it's for. It's for impressing the powerful and opening their pockets—and, necessarily, some people aren't invited. In some cases that's personal. In others, it's just understood. When they're done helping to set up, most of the servants and workers who aren't needed to serve make themselves scarce. The usual trickle of refugees to and from the fortress slows. Some people used to sleeping in the stables may find their "beds" occupied by nobles' horses or the rooms they had been squatting in cleaned and prepared for someone else to stay in.

There's no resentment. (Or at least very little.) That's how these things go. And in the valley outside the fortress' walls, there are foot soldiers and refugees and a number of miscellaneous exiles who welcome the company with large fires, cheap but freely flowing alcohol, and whatever music can be wrung out of instruments exposed to such low temperatures. The crowd thins and dwindles as the night wears on, but even after the last person has left the Great Hall in Skyhold, there's still a sizable gathering near the river with no intention of going to sleep before sunrise.

No masks allowed.

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[unbrokenoath]

Kaisa appears about a quarter of the way through the evening, dressed fancy enough that it doesn't take too much thought to figure out that she'd just come from the soiree. She looks, however, as if she had just returned from the privy after Oghren had used it, and makes a beeline for the alcohol. No one else is acknowledged as she chugs down a glass, and then takes her dress and ties the skirt up around her thighs, revealing a pair of thin pants and boots. The dress now served as a makeshift tunic, and Kaisa, feeling and looking far more comfortable than she had before, is eager to mingle with the crowd.

She reenacts her brief conversations with the Orlesian nobles for anyone interested, often with terrible, exaggerated accents. Few are the people who would be refused a dance if they ask for it, and Kaisa goes up to several people to ask for a dance herself. Other than that, she can be spotted flirting, drinking, telling bawdy jokes, and occasionally, attempting all three at the same time.

But at least the crooked smile on her face is genuine.