Kain felt slightly awkward, going to this party. He hadn't really talked to many of his teammates in person--it couldn't be helped, when he wasn't that talkative in the first place--and had only passed them in the halls or seen them wandering around outside through one of the windows. It took him a long time to settle on what to wear. He didn't really think his thin, plain blue shirt and tan pants would do it (those were a little too casual), but he had been told this wasn't going to be a formal party, either.
After slamming his wardrobe doors open and closed a few times, he finally settled on a red tunic, tan leggings, a gold cape clasped over one shoulder with a dragon pin, and black boots (shiny, but not too shiny, that had been why he'd had to open and close the wardrobe a couple of times to get it right). He was actually wearing his hair down, instead of the ponytail he normally had it in at all times, and he found it annoying, having to swipe his hair out of his face regularly. Of course, he still had his lance holstered on his back, just in case.
As soon as he entered the ballroom, he wanted to turn around and walk back out. It was filled with people, and--this was the main source of his embarrassment--everyone was wearing clothing that looked nothing like his. Now that he thought about it, his clothes were probably centuries out of date to these people. But he just frowned and continued on inside anyway, deciding that he since he'd taken the time to come, he might as well stick around.
There were colored...things on the floor and ceiling, and the "music" that was being played (by who, he had no idea, he couldn't see anyone with any sort of musical instrument around) sounded nothing like music, and Kain grimaced before moving over to the refreshment table. Of course, many of the foods and drinks there were foreign to him too, and he just shook his head, mentally throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.