Not long after Regina felt eyes on her, a man moved out of the crowds to bring her a drink. She recognized him almost immediately as Dyson, difficult to miss with the image of his naked body emblazoned on her mind. Did he recognize her?

Regina extended her hand to take the ale, even though it wasn't her preference. She could be anyone she wanted, right? Whether he knew her or not, she could be a woman who drank ale with a handsome man and smiled prettily at him. "Thank you. I set my last down, and I seem to have lost it."