Dready's form stood still amongst the crowd, conversing with those who wandered by his rather dull visage. Brown hair that cascades over the white mask strapped to his head, framing his tri-colored eyes as they shift from person to person. The black cloak and cowl cover the rest of his form, other than a hand covered with the white fabric of a glove holding onto a glass of wine. With every pleasantry, he couldn't help but feel a little more bored and unamused from all of the sights. This would be the first time he was at the mansion, but it never let him return to the world he came from before, and the main ballroom was beginning to bore him to death. With a slow turn of his head, Dready starts to move away from the crowd and slips down one of the hallways, deciding that maybe it would be more entertaining to find console in one of the empty rooms of this mansion, as ironic as it sounds. "The only thing that hasn't been explored which interests me the most..." he whispers behind his mask. His shape broadens at the shoulders and a scaled tail slips from under the bottom of his cloak, the piece of fabric no longer dragging on the floor as his Renaissance-styled boots could be seen making small clicks and clacks on the floor. If he was going to find something of interest, he doubts that it would be with the rest of those mingling creatures no matter how estrange they appear.