Fortunately for Misery (or perhaps unfortunately?), Anant made themselves known to her relatively quickly. Divested of their coat, revealing a surprisingly feminine, curvy body beneath, Anant was wielding a cup of wine, which slopped over the rim copiously with each exaggerated movement, but didn't seem to empty any.

Most likely a spell of Dionysus's.

"Oh! It is you! Hello! Hello!" Anant greeted, their voice positively giddy. "Have you come to join in the revelry of the city? It's amazing how much happiness could be gained from mere company and wine! Dionysus was correct, in that the New Years should be celebrated so freely beneath the moon, and allow all to dance beneath it in throes of ecstatic joy!"