It isn't that Kaz is much in the mood for a party, but he is definitely curious about Libertas and questions that have been put to him of late from many sources, including Wylan and Klaus. Not that he's sure how the latter became someone he listened to but it has left him curious.
So why he bypasses the speeches and pomp of it all, he explores the city closely. Taking in all of it throughout the day.
Taking time in the gambling dens, making a bit of money but not letting himself draw too much attention to himself. Exploring artist alley, not for the art, but for the ways that art could well be used to earn money and build an empire.
In his time in the city, he's been working through the mixture of what he saw as his losses back home, the losses coming here and the brushes with his past that have left him off balanced and unsettled, he's as much wallowed as he's likely capable of.
It feels as if that is lifting though and he can't help but to take mental notes of the ideas that are coming to him of a way to flourish here without undermining Jesper's progress for one.
Though the first person to keep up with one of those bedamned supposed musical devices around him may well find a singular word spat in their direction. The word itself may not be clear, but the sudden short burst of pain that comes with it might well be noticed.
Later in the evening he seeks out a familiar face, new to the place and perhaps still finding his way where things stand.
"Wylan? Have you made arrangements for your stay tonight?"
Weekend Gala - Day 1. Events and overnight stays
So why he bypasses the speeches and pomp of it all, he explores the city closely. Taking in all of it throughout the day.
Taking time in the gambling dens, making a bit of money but not letting himself draw too much attention to himself. Exploring artist alley, not for the art, but for the ways that art could well be used to earn money and build an empire.
In his time in the city, he's been working through the mixture of what he saw as his losses back home, the losses coming here and the brushes with his past that have left him off balanced and unsettled, he's as much wallowed as he's likely capable of.
It feels as if that is lifting though and he can't help but to take mental notes of the ideas that are coming to him of a way to flourish here without undermining Jesper's progress for one.
Though the first person to keep up with one of those bedamned supposed musical devices around him may well find a singular word spat in their direction. The word itself may not be clear, but the sudden short burst of pain that comes with it might well be noticed.
Later in the evening he seeks out a familiar face, new to the place and perhaps still finding his way where things stand.
"Wylan? Have you made arrangements for your stay tonight?"