Trace tried to think of a way to interrupt the homey scene between the man in yellow and green and his wife. She accompanied him towards the table that held beverages to cool the overheated dancers.
And yet, since he knew the man in green and yellow had something to do with Oakdown's plot, his feet became frozen to the floor when he tried to walk over and interfere. That blasted command!
"It's simply uncanny," A woman near him was saying.
"So you've said," A mildly bored voice replied. "But as we are unlikely to meet the princess directly, there seems little point in continuing this train of thought."
"I just meant that she makes me miss my sister by looking so much like her," The woman had a longing in her voice. "I hope she's well."
Trace turned his head ever so slightly, pretending to examine the bunting and floral decorations on the walls while he snuck a glance at the talking couple.
The easiest way to make your way through a crowd is to smell REALLY bad... but that has risks. Terrible risks.