Gwenn’s journal entry, the morning before Marco’s party.
“Well, if you don’t go, Gwenn, I’ll dress myself up as you and go in your stead, darlin’!”
Those words sealed Firiel’s watch order for the night, much to my discredit.
If I’m going to ruin my reputation, the least I can do is ruin it myself. And besides– is it truly ruined if you’re already dead?
I shall have to ask Firiel. Well, maybe Ordune. Someone with a more stringent sense of propriety.
Which leads me to wonder… if Ordune is so proper as to frown disapprovingly whenever I so much as mention Marco… why is he at the Gilded Lily tonight?