Cormac had waited to arrive until after what had promised to be an interminable ceremony to honour some old geezer, not to mention Binns.
He came in, his mask lifted to disguise his face as he considered the groups of people, some near the tunnel to the tombs, others partaking of refreshments. Later, he supposed, there would be dancing.
It was not unlike a few galas he had been to, for St. Mungos, or the orphange, but it was interesting to see everyone in fancy dress.
His eye was caught by Kimb talking to Romilda Vane of all people, and he spared them a glance before seeing someone else walk in. He recognized the hair and then the walk, and he felt himself having a very particular reaction when he saw what she was wearing.
He was dressed as Casanova. Quite appropriate, he thought.