Almost finished with his second glass, he glances at a woman in a crimson silk dress walking wearily towards one of the tables. She massaged her eyes then picked up a glass of potion.

"What's her name again?" Azuteor whispered to himself. He raised his eyebrow and cupped his chin in thought.

"Er... Dragon Heart!" He snapped his fingers. Azuteor knew most of the guests by name, but never bothered to talk to them, even though he's been around for four years. He realized that he called out the woman's name out loud; he noticed a few people glancing at him. They shrugged and returned to continue what they were doing initially.

Dragon Heart took a drink and laid against the wall. Azuteor moved his glass to his left hand and saluted her as he said, "Hey!"