Incala seemed to fit with the crowd quite well, or at least reasonably so. As most being would tell you, its hard to tell the difference between a male and female elf. Pretty much every elf would then call you an idiot for not easily recognizing the signs. Then of course there was Incala, who blurred the line to the point that even the elves seemed to have a hard time. Slim and lithe Incala dressed in fine clothing, not the over expensive and elaborate dress many nobles and aristocrats wore, but something comfortable, fine silks, light furs, soft cloths that just hinted at a well toned body and let him move around the courtyard, moving between the groups to talk and mingle, and occasionally flirt. All in good fun of course!<br/><br/>He smiled wide to the King, "AH! Always a good thing Your Majesty! I'll see if I can find you a supplier of much better repute then that last one. Such a bore." A quick wink at the shared joke, anybody in the know would assume they were talking about the cultists, but the joke went much deeper and therefor was much more enjoyable.<br/><br/>But... He couldn't hog the kings attention all to himself. That would just be rude. And not the fun kind. Well. Ok, it would, but there were other opportunities at the moment. Looking about he looked over the rest of the group, Prince Aereze looked quite... Fetching with the streaks of gray in his hair, adding a bit of maturity that was unnatural for elves... But the general tired air likely meant he was likely unwilling to deal with shenanigan so Incala simply bowed respectfully to the prince and smiled warmly, though the dark elf got a much more lascivious smile. While many of the high elf here might have issue with the drow, and vice versa, Incala had no such issues. Well, ok, maybe there were a few drow that hated him after that last incident.. But they hardly counted..<br/><br/>He followed along with the group down the excessive number of stairs, pausing outside the circle a good distance back, a small smile to the lovely large muscular human woman, and a brief nod and smile to the Halfling.. And waited for the perfect moment. Before everything started, one of those tense moments as things built up, though nothing important, it wouldn't do to mess with.. When he felt it, He Struck!<br/><br/>A chaste smile to one of the spear toting guards, "That is a wonderfully large prick your holding there... Are you very good at thrusting with it...?" There was none of the cattiness, lewd tones, innuendo, or any other signs one might expect, just a well faked and polished innocence as he smiled sweetly to the guard and cocked his head to the side curiously.