The trio carry on through halls and around corners before they arrive outside a giant set of double doors, laughter and loud chatter can be heard from the other side, an orange glow escaping through the gap in between the doors. Aneesa takes a moment to collect her self before entering the room and the chatter dies down for a second. The maid gives a short bow to Cason before heading back down the hall.
Inside the dining hall is a giant long oak table, people in fancy and expensive looking outfits fill about a hundred seats with the king sitting at the end closest to the door, next to him is a large cushion, obviously to seat the princess. The source of the warm glow is at the opposite side of the room, a large fireplace that lights up the whole room and makes it pleasently warm even with the cold desert night rapidly approaching. Large platters of food and bottles of drink cover the table, the guests heartily eating it.
"Ahhh there's my beautiful daughter!" The king stands up with a big smile across his face, he puts his arm around her shoulder and brings her over to the table, she gives a bow before resting on the cushion, coiling her tail up underneath her. A guard in exceptionally well maintained armor directs Cason to a smaller table in the corner of the room with a smaller but not insignificant platter of food. Seated around it are several other bodyguards who must have come with the various landowners and rich sat around the large table.
The king performs a toast and a small speech before letting his guests continue on with their meal, Aneesa certainly seems in her element, chatting and talking with her guests. She seems to have control over her feelings, although she never even glances at the smaller table Cason is seated at.
"So stranger..... who're you with?"
A drunk looking
salamander girl asks, judging by the giant mug full of beer she is holding it certainly seems she has been enjoying the free alcohol. Her clawed hands grasps the mug, the red scales on her natural armoured gaunlets glinting in the firelight. "Imm with...uuuu.... that guy ovah ther!" She points towards a young looking woman, no older than 19, she seems to be panicking as she is stuck between two very well endowed young ladies that seem to be vying for her attention. "Kid never could handle a girl.... heh...." The salamander is wearing very little in the way of armour, just a skimpy bikini with her own natural defences.