It was an evening of drinks, gossip and high society frivolities. He wouldn’t know what to do here if not for the path that Emryc Thorne took for decades up the political ladder. He was equipped with all the tools, he just needed to apply them. The hall was massive, and this little gathering was invitation only. A little bit of manipulating got his foot in the door, and he would have fun with the rest. He had been exploring various vices with his new body whether that meant pleasures of the flesh or dabbling into high class cuisine and drinks. He was dabbling in whatever he pleased without any inhibitions.
The wraith found himself in the halls of Castle Serenno, which now served as political headquarters for the Great Houses. The planet was still reeling from the Imperial and Sith split, and there was a vacuum of power across multiple Great Houses. Raze could take things by force, of course, but the long cons often paid off the best.
The anzat was dressed for the occasion, cutting an imposing figure with his expensive attire and a mask concealing the upper hemisphere of his face. The cut jawline and pallid skin were visible, and he strode through the hall with the grace of a prince. As if he was born for this.
The wealthiest of the wealthy were gathered here, mingling and chatting away with all their artificially manufactured nuances. There were patterns to how the guests dressed - most falling back to the traditions of their respective house. The one he sought aligned perfectly to his preferences.
The inexplicable chill that always accompanied him remained, and any he passed by would glance over curiously. It only added to the air of mystery as no one immediately knew who he was. Raze had a particular person in mind that he wanted to engage with tonight - a member of House Malvern - but that could wait. For now he helped himself to a drink, finding the music pleasing and acceptable for his tastes.
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