"Ravnica," Liliana said. "In a tiny, squalid district of Ravnica named Avaric. We were celebrating 'Thralldom's End' - most of the rest of Ravnica called it the Festival of the Guildpact, but in places like Avaric, which had been ground into poverty for generations by the Orzhov, they called it Thralldom's End and celebrated the dissolution of the Guildpact, instead of its creation. We - well, I really - were in the Bitter End Tavern." She barked a bitter laugh at the name. "I wore a cream-colored gown and danced for hours."

The words suggested that she'd had a lovely time. The tone did not. She sounded tired, almost. Weary. At some point last night, Liliana had turned off her ability to modulate her emotions and thus far she'd failed to turn it back on again.

"I'd kept dancing even after Khallist left. Told him there was no reason to ruin a perfectly good dance. Even asked him to stay, but--" A shrug.