Dyson liked a good party, and this was a very good party. He'd acquired a mask at the behest of some of the revelers and was at one of the stalls that was selling drinks, a decent ale in his hand surveying the crowd.

When he saw her he didn't recognize her immediately, but as she moved closer he was almost convinced that it was Regina.

Curious to see what she made of the party he retrieved a second drink, and walked over to offer it to her.

"You're missing one of these."