**CHAPTER 1**
**Revelry and Fate**
Nalan never really felt comfortable in his Finsternal robes. The thick red material was void of any interesting shape. It draped over him like a curtain and hung below his knees. It was awkward to walk in, awkward to sit in and was prone to cause itching in places where it directly touched skin.
“Well, I think it makes you look rather dashing,” teased Tanja, she had caught his doubtful glare in the dressing mirror. He eyed her back through the crisp reflection.
“If I manage to look dashing in this overly shaggy bathrobe, imagine how I’d look if I were dressed like an ordinary person instead of a twat.”
“Most ordinary people will be dressed like twats tonight, I guess.” she replied, turning to walk out of the room “and I’m glad you’re so concerned about your appearance, you’ve been cooped up in your own head. I think some social stimulation will do you some good! Maybe you’ll find a pretty young lady, and she’ll treat you to some other type of stimulation.”