Draiss had been in and out more frequently, and it was getting harder to keep his wives and companions from figuring out where he was going, but this was a private project, and he was gonna make it fucking work, damn it! He looked down at the invitation, scratching his head, trying to decide how formal he should be for it, as he certainly wasn't gonna miss it. He knew that the Emperor and most of his sons either actually liked him, as much as royalty could like a 'commoner' or realized that he was a potential power player, and needed to be kept in their corner. Only the youngest ones didn't, and that was because most of them were too young to care about long term, when that was longer than they had been alive. He looked up as one of the servants brought in a fruit drink, chilled, of course, due to the small magic guild that he had founded, and glanced beside that building at the teleport circle building. He stared at it, and decided that being formal would be a good thing, and got out a fine black silk robe, with matching pants and a red silk shirt, putting them aside so he would 'remember' to wear them.<br/><br/>On the appointed day, he left an hour before he normally would have, as he rather doubted that the dinner would be a 'private' private dinner, but instead would likely have several nobles as well. And he wanted to see if he could see the Emperor beforehand. He still hadn't been privileged with the pleasure of knowing the Emperor's actual name, but they got along well enough, and Draiss was comfortable enough with him to offer unasked for advice. He arrived at the palace, and presented his invitation to the guards, before following one to a waiting room, where he would remain until either summoned or time for the dinner.