Richard frowned. Not that the frown showed under the mask. He bowed to the assembled guests.<br/><br/>"John Alexander, at your service", he said. He decided not to reveal his real name at this point in time, until he knew more about what was going on here.<br/><br/>He followed the others into the ballroom, taking a glass from one of the servants and sipping it, he watched the crowd as they moved, danced, fratenized. For the moment he would observe, but as he did so he watched for an opening, someone who might be on their own, someone he might use to find out more about where he was and why he was here.