[Quiet Man Cometh]

So the Guild hadn't worked out. He supposed it wasn't crucial. Guilds were popping up all over the place, and more were hanging on by one cuttings worth of their nails than were succeeding. All it really meant for him was a different bed to sleep in, the odd time he was in the city to actually use one.

The Guild folded, it's leader off to pursue grander adventures than could be had in a shiny hall, and Syrgei had been exploring more of Kryta and what was outside of it, which was why it felt more than unusual to him to be standing about in a predominantly human crowd, dressed up in high class attire with a thin and ornate rapier on his belt rather than his customary daggers, and not much further than a day's jog home.

Syrgei thumbed the suit cuffs through through his gloves. Weeks in the jungle and I feel stuffy in this thing. Silk and fine linen, probably, vest and cuffs delicately brocaded with silvered thread. Borrowing a suit his size was proving awkward at best, but there was apparently no shortage of tailors where the nobility were to be found, and in ill-fitting suit was not tolerable at a such a party, nor was an an armoured long coat, so said lady Anise. who took it upon herself to look after the details of this particular job.

At least it's blue.

This “particular job” was less a job and more a favour. Any threat of any kind to the security of Kryta and it's queen was met with equal seriousness by one Logan Thackeray, Captain of the Seraph Guard. This was just an inkling of a threat, but it was good enough. It seems Minister Caudacus had gained Logan's suspicions, and that of a few others. Just why, Syrgei wasn't particularly sure, but the Seraph as a whole were never very good at maintaining a low profile. That was why Syrgei was here: come to the party, mingle, and -in a word- snoop. So, while Logan stood about doing a wonderful job of not blending in, Syrgei scanned the crowd for obvious onlookers before stepping in neatly with a group of nobles just passing the manor entrance.