Philomel walked in, looking a all the randomness that was going on. Partly she expected a brawl, partly she expected a dance off. Most of all she expected drinking, and she was happy to see that there was at least some of that going on.

There were some faces she recognised - and some of them she didn't want to see. So she skunk around the side of the room, greeting an old patron or two from her whoring days, and went to sit at a quiet table at the back. Someone brought her over a drink - probably a girl or someone, she didn't notice - and she leant backwards, breathing in and eager to watch but not be noticed.