Darius/Seloria/Open
Seloria had dismissed her escort for the night. She would be in the presence of friends and her family. That was more than enough to make her feel secure. If that didn't work, she had a knife hidden away in the layers of her clothes. Those clothes were quite fanciful for the night. She wasn't performing, but she wanted to look nice if Rictor wanted to introduce her to anyone.
At the moment, she was wandering and taking in the patrons. There were some she could identify and some she could not, but who would she approach first. Upon nearing the bar to obtain her own drink before hunting down her brother, she noticed a very familiar back of his head. "Darius?" She asked softly, but loudly enough to be heard over the din of the crowd. "Darius," she repeated with more confidence as she caught the side of his face. "We have not had much time to speak since you healed my arm." There were several good reasons for that. "I have not had a chance to properly thank you," she continued before holding the bartender. "I will pay for his drinks tonight."
Turning her attention back to the mage, she smiled. "Order whatever you like."