quiet

She had done it. Dru went to the Harvest Ball, where she was sure she would know not a soul.

As she wriggled out of her fancy dress, she could not help but smirk a little. A Gondorian noble. That was her "costume". She knew she still had a few choice dresses and so on from when she first arrived in Bree years ago, though most of what she had, she had given away.
Her costume was amusingly ironic to her, and gave her just enough courage to truly show her face.