[Suzerain of Sheol]

She had to admit, the butler was remarkably professional. Not a single lascivious, sidelong glance her way. Not even a “My, you're looking simply lovely this afternoon, Lady Mir.” Maybe his sword was sharpened on the other edge. Or maybe you didn't get to host the most important party in Kryta without being an impervious stone wall of decorum and infinite patience.

Why the hell was she thinking about this?

Oh, right. So I don't have to think about what I'm here to do.

Damn it.

It wasn't actually as crowded as she'd thought it would be, or the guests were spread throughout the manor. The courtyard was filled mostly with the Minister's servants offering the incoming guests... “sausages-in-blankets”, because Lys forbid you call it a Gods-damned hot dog. Frankly, that seemed a bizarre choice of refreshment for a crowd like this. Maybe it was a Charr thing. Tsae politely declined.

Well, as politely as she could.

Just as she was done shooing away the insistent server, she nearly bumped face-first into a looming, heavily-armored figure ahead of her.

“Oh! And who is this? I don't believe we met.”

Oh my goddessssss!!!! It's Logan! It's Logan Thackeray! Oh, be still my heart! Do you think he'd ever be interested in someone like me? Oh, hold me, I might just swoon!

...did I say swoon? I meant vomit. That's the word. Just get the hell out of my way and let me get to my murder.

“Oh, *ahem*, Lady Mir, my lord, from Ebonhawke. My dear father could not attend, I fear, but I am simply so honored to attend in his stead.” Tsae gave him her most dainty curtsy... which was horribly uncomfortable, all things considered, but this was the absolute last place to put her cover in jeopardy.

“Dwayna! You must live near the front lines! Come, please, I have to introduce you to Jennah. Er, I mean Her Majesty.”

Tsae felt his gloved hand close over her bicep and had to sift through a dozen reactions that involved an inappropriate amount of violence before settling on demurely accepting his patronizing grip.

Wait. Wait, think damn it! Is she a mesmer? I think she is. And me without my blindfold. Um... um....

“Oh, oh my lord, you must forgive me, I feel a faintness suddenly upon me. The sun, I fear. Father always tells me I'm a fragile creature.”

That sure stopped him in his tracks. “We must get you inside, then! Ho! You there! Assist the Lady Mir inside and see that she's made comfortable.”

Lys take me, that was close. I bet she's powerful, too. Probably would have seen right through me.

Escorted by another impersonification, Tsae found herself in a quiet solar on the ground floor, blissfully away from the other guests once she convinced the servant that she'd be fine.

This place is crawling with Seraph. Of course it is.

But, nine-hundred gold.

It'll be worth it. Just don't mess up.

Kicking off those infernal shoes, Tsae set off to hunt the manor for her target.