[It is a little-known fact that Nobles do not have parties. At the very least, not this kind of party, with too many lights and people for Regis to know what to do with himself. He feels relieved; they (supposedly) did well, didn't they? — but all the same, it's overwhelming. He's used to spending the aftermath of battles just resting, and without every other person trying to give him a drink and then blink and ask him how old he is.
Rude.
Once he's secured some colorful drink he has no plans to use for its intended purpose, Regis elbows his way out of the crowd, impatiently. Can he please go somewhere clean and quiet, for the love of—
He spies a familiar face. Not familiar enough to greet (semi-)warmly, but enough to draw his presence. And his smirk, barely kept in check.]
Rael. You were here, and helping these people? [HILARIOUS he knew it all along.]
casually lifts a test drive prompt and carries it over here
Rude.
Once he's secured some colorful drink he has no plans to use for its intended purpose, Regis elbows his way out of the crowd, impatiently. Can he please go somewhere clean and quiet, for the love of—
He spies a familiar face. Not familiar enough to greet (semi-)warmly, but enough to draw his presence. And his smirk, barely kept in check.]
Rael. You were here, and helping these people? [HILARIOUS he knew it all along.]