The day soon turned to night, and with it the normal folk slipped off to bed, while those in low town bustled to life. Flint enjoyed the night life of his home, and, had he not other engagements, would have loved to slip into the little pub on the end of the street for a few drinks. It tempted him as he walked passed it, it's comfortable music, and laughter beckoning to him. From the door, a string of beautiful men and woman, a few he was well acquainted with, called to him, offering drinks and company. Flint gave a sly smile, a gentle refusal, and continued towards high town. He stopped just once to look over his attire (again) in a shop window, hoping that it was at least passable.<br/><br/>It had taken a good part of his day to gather the finery. It still didn't look right, but maybe no one would notice....<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Yeah right, nobles not knowing quality silk? What a laugh, Flint.</span><br/><br/>He chuckled to himself, before running a hand through his hair. Even if the clothes weren't the best, he didn't worry about being found out. After all, there were plenty of 'less fortunate' nobles, what ever that meant. So, with a huff and a firm tug on his jacket, he found his way to a large building, bursting with music, and life. The front courtyard was lined with beautiful flowers, and impressive statues made of precious stone. The pathway seemed to be made of beautiful white marble, etched with swirling designs of gold.<br/><br/>Flint stared in awe as the pathway to the doors, large and beautiful,lit up with witch lights as he approached, lighting his way in vibrant pinks and yellows, flowing, and dancing in the air in a ostentatious display of power and wealth. He was so impressed with the show he didn't pay the door man any mind until he cleared his throat and drew his gaze to him. Flint startled when he noticed the giant. He was twice the size of Flint, and looked about as dim witted.Flint didn't know what to do at first, still put off by the mans size, but the waiting hand of the large man jogged his memory, and he fumbled in his pocket to retrieve the invitation. Dim-wit looked the golden letters over, and then stared at Flint before looking it over again. When he looked back at Flint with a suspicious glint in his eye, Flint smiled, hoping he wouldn't be found out right then and there. Luckily, it seemed the brute lost interest, and with a rough shove, the invitation was placed back in his hands, and Flint was in.<br/><br/>The inside was just as, if not more so, impressive. The floor was made of that same white stone, and gold patterns, and the walls reached up into an arched ceiling the with beautifully crafted woodwork. Flint had never seen so much gross display of money in one sitting before. Glancing around at the sea of men and women around him, all chatting, or dancing to the fancy music, it seemed as if he were the only one. Damn nobles. Once the novelty wore off the bitterness set in, which meant it was time to get to business.<br/><br/>Time to clean the suckers out. He was happy the party was in full swing. Nobody was paying much attention to him. Perfect! Putting on a charming smile, he slipped into the fray, and set about mingling.