Figxin held her wine glass, swirling it slowly. In truth, she hadn't taken a single sip.
When you don't know what to do at a banquet, just hold a wine glass and wander around. It makes you look less awkward.
This was a little trick Figxin had learned over years of attending various social functions.
The thing was, she used to be able to be a fly on the wall in some corner. Now, because of her status, it was hard not to be noticed.
People kept coming up to her, and they would exchange a few lines of pleasantries that held no real substance.
Although the conversations were useless, it was a good opportunity to put faces to names.
She had nearly familiarized herself with all the members of this session's Upper House.
While making awkward small talk and memorizing faces, Figxin keenly noticed that the number of people in the banquet hall seemed to have dwindled.
