An assistant helped the man into the outfit that had been laid on the bed; the expensive material was foreign to his skin.<br/>"You will look quite nice." The shorter man said, draping the cape like piece over the shoulder's of the taller man. He moved in front of him to clasp it.<br/>"I hope you are right, this was not an easy spot to gain." He adjusted his shirt before accepting the simple silver mask from his helper. "Merci, you may be excused." When the door clicked shut the man slipped the mask on and prepared himself mentally for the evening.<br/><br/>When he arrived there was already a decent sized crowd in the ball room making it easier for him to slip in. He greeted the King and Queen and their two daughters before finding his way to the edge of the room where he could watch the rest of the attendees without drawing attention to himself. From what he could see it appeared that there were people from all classes attending the ball, dressed in a way that no one could tell one from the other with out removing the masks. It was a good way of keeping anonymous in a sea of foreigners and nobles.