After getting himself a glass of mocktail, River found himself wandering the ship in search of warmth, peace and quiet. If he was going to be honest with himself, he wasn't too excited about the idea of a ball, simply because it wasn't the kind of party he would attend. Just ask Roderik Hirsch. But for the sake of showing off British hospitality, and to keep an eye out for trouble-makers, River found himself aboard the Merlin's Pride making the most out of the situation.

Nonchalantly, the Healer opened the door to the gallery and took on a slow pace as he watched and studied each painting that was on display. River paused as he came across an enchanted porcelain tea sets, and found his gaze glued to the item. Stuffing his hand into his trousers' pocket, River brought his flute of mocktail to his lips and took a sip of his drink.