*Back to the story* Karsh Kentu was leaning slightly, he'd spotted someone down below that he wanted to avoid like a torban hallucinating on bo'um, and Abilene's ghostly fist actually knocked him further off balance.
"Hey!" Karsh Kentu was very surprised by the hit. He hadn't known that ghosts could do that. He'd have to keep that in mind and torment his ghostly ancestor later....
Abilene, for her credit, did try to grab Karsh. Being a ghost, her efforts were more comical than helpful. Karsh felt her hands flash through his arm two or three times as he wobbled on the edge. Then he dropped.
"I'm sorry!" she yelled over the edge. Karsh merely had his arms crossed as he made his way to the ground below. His face had a look of extreme annoyance peppered with slight boredom.
'I do hope I don't break anything expensive.' he thought. He wasn't worried about falling. He'd survive that alright. He was more concerned with the fact that he was rapidly returning to the party he'd just left a few short minutes ago...
Arselen and Lady Bouvredi were discussing where Lord Kentu had disappeared to now as the servents rolled a large confection in.
"Don't worry my lady, he's bound to drop in unexpectedly..." Lady Bouvredi had no idea how true she spoke, yet the sound of a loud bang behind her and cake flying past her made her wonder. The shocked look on Arselen's face made her decide against turning to look.
"Well, he did drop in unexpectedly." A small lively smile broke upon her face before giving way to outright laughter. Lady Bouvredi was overcome by curiousity and had to turn around. She was never prepared for what she saw, and never would have been even if she was told what she would see.
Karsh Kentu was sitting in the center of a large cake with his arms crossed. Frosting dropped off his chin, spoiling his clothes. His mouth was working as if he was chewing on a rather tough walnut. The look of annoyance from behind the wrek of holocausted food was unmistakeable.
"I... am back. Miss me?" he said dryly. A herd of Khyban could have run through screaming and wailing and no-one would have noticed in the silence. Karsh Kentu picked his way out of the cake and off of the now wrecked cart. The servants didn't dare say anything. They left that up to the now arriving Abilene.
"Kentu! Just what have you done?"
That was the end of the silence for the rest of the evening.