Kheldaran, in his familiar persona of Old Wolf, happily weaved along through the crowd, taking occasional drinks from the somewhat battered gourd that he carried. He wasn't actually anywhere close to being as drunk as he appeared, but the scruffy vagabond would fit far better into the festive atmosphere than his mercantile counterpart.<br/><br/>He had heard rumours about the ruler of the city, few of them complementary, and his public appearance would give you Kheldaran a chance to observe him first hard, and see what he could determine of the man ... from a distance of course. The fact that he had a trio of Dragon blooded Immaculates did complicate matters somewhat, but Kheldaran had no intention of going all that close. One somewhat disheveled face in the crowd was quite anonymous, and suited his purposes nicely. Taking the pulse of the crowd would also help him in formulating more longterm plans, particularly in light of old words that still rang true .. the drunk man is the honest man.