Lu-lu rushes home to troll skull. “ Guys!!! I got promoted! I’m a knight errant now, well, I still have to retake my “demons, devils and their iconography” exam, but I can live here permanently starting...TONIGHT!”

"Well done, Lu-lu." Cora said, having a drink and some nuts. She wanted to say something about demons and devils, but decided not to.

Vincent lets out a hardy laugh and gives Lulu a strong pat on the shoulder. "Well done, lass! We all knew you could do it!"

Heishe gives Lu-lu a wide smile. "Well done, Lu-lu. Congratulations."

"Congratulations Lulu. All of your hard work has paid off."

Heishe, that night Rook comes by. He is dressed in a well made jacket. "M'lady. Shall we be off?" He takes you to a rather nice restaurant in the Castle Ward. It is really nice. 

The next day, you all do some house work, down to 620GP. 

That evening, you have your dinner with Lord Mirt. You all get dressed and as you exit the Tavern, you see a large carriage waiting outside. A servant opens the door, "Lord Mirt awaits you." 

When Rook comes to the tavern, Lu-Lu’s head just about bursts, as she turns to Heishe and whispers “A Booy! Get it girl!”

the evening of the dinner, Heishe help Lu-lu get ready, Lu-lu puts on makeup for the first time, getting her lashes curled, and her lids mascara’d, and a luscious red lip color added. Her hair is put in an elaborate updo, a bun tied around with a complex braid of her hair. Her crushed emerald velvet cocktail dress is complimented with a simple low heel, not wanting to tower too much over everyone. “Oooooh! We get to ride in style?!”

"Who the hell is..?" Cora asked suspiciously, trailing off, as Rook was at the door. She stood, was about to ask some questions when she was even more surprised he was here to pick up Heishe, and her eyes narrowed but said nothing more.

The next day Cora got ready. Ugh. Stupid dinner. She took off her clothes and slipped into the dress. It hugged her frame so tightly she had to gasp to get it zipped up. Ok. Just a few hours of this crap and it's over. She sat down and combed her hair, and put on the lightest amount of makeup that brought out her eyes, but that was about it. Only because she simply had forgotten how to do the rest. She looked at herself in the mirror, thought good enough, and put on her shoes. Oh, shit. I almost forgot. She pulled out some small throwing knives, sheathed them on a belt, and wrapped it around her upper thigh, way up there. The dress had an opening for movement, but had enough fabric that the belt was hidden as she walked and sat. Good. 

As she came downstairs, she stumbled lightly, not used to wearing elegant shoes and barked out a swear word as she held on to the sides of the stairway, stabilizing herself. Now a healthy shade of red in the face, she strode toward the carriage with determination.

Heishe gives Lu-lu a wink and heads off with Rook and has a lovely time.

Heishe is careful with her outfit, complementing it with simple silver earrings and a necklace with a star-shaped pendant. She lets the unusual scales of her face and strange silver eyes mostly speak for themselves, accenting it with makeup here and there. A dagger goes in a sheath hidden in the folds of the dress, and her pearl of power and arcane focus are slipped into a pocket.

The dragonborn walks in the dress and low heels like she was born in them, offering the others a hand up into the carriage. As Cora gets in, the dragonborn murmurs to her softly, "Trust  a little more weight to the heels. They won't break, I promise." Her voice has zero superiority or smugness in it, and she gives Cora a faint, reassuring smile before turning to help Lu-lu up into the carriage.

"No, what's going to break are one of my ankles." she muttered, still hot from the slip up, but the kind word was still appreciated and she did her best to show it.

“Oh! Thanks Heishe!” Lu-lu walks a bit like a gazelle in the heels, I used to anything that didn’t have metal strapped to it, but seemingly unconcerned with the possibility of falling. She crams into the wagon and, observing how Heishe sits, models her “lady-like (whatever the **** that means)” decorum, albeit looking a bit awkward in the situation.

”This is so swanky! Is Mirt an important person?”

"Mirt is a lord, so I would assume that he is of some importance." Drusilla's hair is up and she's wearing a set of robes that are more formal than the ones she usually wears.

"Indeed, he's a lord, and wields considerable influence on his own." Heishe interlaces her fingers. "And in Waterdeep, anyone could be a Masked Lord."

“Ah, well, at least we’re dressed for the part...?” Vincent says, adjusting the collar of his black dress shirt. As he wasn’t a tie man, one wasn’t present around his neck, leaving a few of the top buttons undone to allow him to breathe. He also went ahead and made sure the grey pinstriped suit jacket he wore was free of any unsightly wrinkles before running a hand through his now slicked back hair. “Never dressed up this nice for a dinner that wasn’t a date...” 

Being the gentleman he was, he allows the ladies to enter the carriage first prior to entering himself.

Cora's stomach growled. She interlaced her arms around her chest and sank ever so slightly, looking out the window.

"I feel like we've been sitting in this coach for hours. When's the party?" Cora asked. "I just can't wait to show you guys how much ale I can pack away in my slim athletic frame and have you guys watch fancy dance moves." You can't tell if she's being serious or not, but, knowing Cora..

"I'm sure that there's a perfectly valid reason for the delay, although I would like to see you test the limits of your liver."

"I'm sure you would." Cora agreed.

As you arrive at the mansion, you are all very impressed. It stand a full four stories tall, hidden behind a gate, with guards and servants everywhere. You are lead inside to a large dinning room with a gigantic table. Standing near the head of the table is a very large man. Mirt stands a good six feet tall, and probably half as wide. Dressed in fine green clothes, he calls out in a jolly voice, "Welcome. Welcome. It is an honor to meet so many young and upcoming adventurers. I, Mirt, welcome you to Waterdeep and hope you have found this great city as wonderful as I have. Come, sit, tell me of yourselves. It gets boring sitting in one's home. Oh, I do miss my days of adventuring." 

The table is set with all variety of fine food. Good wine and ale is pour into glasses as the servant around the room bring in dishes and drinks and clear finished ones. 

Heishe smiles and gives Mirt a curtsy. "It's a pleasure to meet you my lord, thank you for inviting us to your home." During dinner, she is happy to share stories while she eats, although she keeps her alcohol consumption fairly sparing, given the location and how she intends to present herself.