Open, mid-evening.
The eager servant with the tray of champagne flutes was dismissed once again, the expression on his face growing more disappointed at each offer rebuked. Perhaps it was odd to see the guest lingering there so long, without food or drink or a noticeable companion to occupy his time. Simple observation seemed to prove more of an interest for this guest, and he moved easily through the crowds of party-goers, slipping between clusters of distracted nobles like a cloud of smoke.