Trailing in behind Mordred with a sulky expression visible under her mask, Laurie already hated everything about this place. She was dragged here against her will when all she wanted to do was go visit Percival. Instead, she was wearing a ridiculous dress that Mordred had picked out for her, and she stood out like a sore thumb.
She was probably the shortest immortal in here. Maybe if she got lucky, she could knick a drink or ten without anyone noticing.