The old killer cleaned himself nicely for the affair. Instead of weapons and studded leather hugging his form, he wore a fine Vlince suit. The dark fabric, clean and pressed, stood starkly contrasted by his fair skin. His otherwise straightened, grey hair had been framed by a pair of braids woven behind his back. Given intel on the Gala prior to his attendance, Lye opted for an ornate face mask to compliment that of the staff at Iverstead manor. Compared to theirs, his stood out with accents of gold and a teardrop of red beneath his right, jaded eye.

Upon arrival, the guards searched him for weapons and found none. Eyes of the Church and Guard narrowed. Between murmurs, they still permitted him entrance, but the Scourge of Skavia knew he needed to tread lightly.

Lye carried himself through the grand hall with his gloved hands held behind his back. The help opened way to the ballroom and he immediately felt a warmth that betrayed the frigid exterior. Soft, lilting tunes echoed in the hall and the ambient droning of conversation carried low, beneath the music. Strong political figures from around the Salvic region gathered in the hall with beautiful women on their arms. None of which matched the description of the one woman he sought to meet with his letter.

Fair skin, dark hair, modest.

The descriptors offered little reprieve in narrowing down his intended target, but the sight granted by his blind eye proved far more effective. In the corner, illuminated by a frame of what should not be, stood a woman in a humble gown. With a quick glance toward his own ensemble, he felt that he may have overdressed for his company. Despite this, the silver haired assassin cut through the nobles and guests to a fair skinned woman with jet black hair.

He tucked an arm at his waist and bowed in her presence.

"I see you accepted my invitation Lady Fae." His voice carried low, hoarse, but smooth over the ambiance. The choice of name left his lips purposefully to avoid complications of her last name. He rose and extended a gloved hand. "A pleasure to meet you."

The mask, covering his eyes and only half of his lips allowed the exposed half to form a smile. Despite the actions and words, an air hung about him that betrayed his formality.