& the fifth

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As the dinner wound down, forks clanked upon empty bowls, the prince and his batman (Varrå) rustled quietly with glasses of sherry, the guards shuffled hungrily at the door, servants hustled to and from the table to remove unsightly used dishes, and the sun slipped below the horizon. Joffrey waved a hand and focused upon the magnificent chandelier that hung above them; it burst into brilliance, though there was no telling from this angle whether it was by candle-flame or some arcane magelight. Varrå recrossed her legs and examined all that passed within the room, though she was herself silent, and neither ate nor moved from her seat (Joffrey had poured her drinks for her.)

(GROUP: you have 15 minutes to figure out what you think of each other. Talk amongst yourself to handwave interactions and determine opinions!

Joffrey isn't going to ask you, but do assume you've just spent two hours in each others' company and have had time to form some thoughts. Don't reply here, there will be another post below with a hook for the group to reply to!)