<br/>Fenris would slowly move towards the ballroom, the figure seeming larger than most humans or sidhe, though the cloak wrapped around him kept most of his features away. But there was no avoiding the two points in the top of the hood that spoke of horns... nor his size.... nor the air about him that caused most sidhe, regardless of gender or station to ease away from the man, as if Fenris needed three times the room he actually did.<br/><br/>Fenris would finally make his way to the ballroom, and would step into it, many an eye of sidhe falling on him... then almost instantly lifting away, as if afraid they would be caught looking. Fenris would definitely stand out in such a elegant place. Sturdy boots, semi-tight pants of fine purple silk, the cloak matching the material of the pants, though a good bit thicker and torn at the edges... no sign of a shirt was seen on the occasion that the front of the cloak swayed open, revealing rock hard muscles beneath.<br/><br/>For a moment, the figure would stand there, gaze shadowed by the hood of his cloak, though the soft glow of pure white still seen... but being devoid of pupils, it was hard to say exactly where the man was looking. But after a moment, they'd sweep the entirety of the ballroom.... at least as much as he was able. He saw the beauty that was Princess Dawn coming into the room.... and then Princess Aria. For a moment, the King of the Goblin's was slightly taken aback by the sheer beauty of each... and goblin habit almost made him make some sounds... but will forced himself to remain stoic.<br/><br/>With a last glance at the pair, plus their surrounding groups, Fenris would turn, and find his way towards one of the darker corners, if such were available. Honestly, he knew that it was unlikely many of the sidhe would care to speak with him.... and truth to be told, he cared little enough about any of them that he wouldn't care a conversation either. Honestly, he may very well have stayed at the Goblin Courts... save for the fact that the Goddess herself spoek in his dream.<br/><br/>Moving into the corner, he'd find a large, plush cushioned couch, and quite easily lifted it up, moving it over to the corner, and flopped down atop it, almost as if the couch was his new throne. It was set at an angle against the corner, so that maybe a person or two could fit back there.... if they could slip past the man's notice... otherwise, it'd be rather hard to sneak up on the man. This place may be under the protection of the goddess, but Fenris wasn't one to take chances... at least not ones that he could help.