Elspeth took a cup from the serving girl. "Thank you," she said, lifting it to her lips. She started back to the main hall and nearly spilled it down her front when an elbow jostled her ribcage. The red drink sloshed at the rim and was barely contained by it. "I beg your pardon!" She looked about, not entirely certain who struck her or how affronted she should be. It could be dreadfully hard to see around a masquerade mask, especially if they had an excess of plummage. Perhaps she had stepped in front of someone.