Edrin remembered the day he had arrived, his mannequin had been by itself.  It also featured a dragon head, and just a pair of pants.  He always found it interesting how the things seemed to know what clothes their counterpart preferred.  When all the new arrivals had left to their rooms Edrin made his way to the ballroom.  He didn’t technically need to be there, but any excuse to see Madame Ruse was nice.  He sat himself next to the door, so if he needed to leave it wouldn’t cause a scene.