{ This is much more like it. Lestat's always loved a good party, a reason to get dressed up and mingle and pass the evening with some fun. And Hayle has been in his sights since he arrived here. All in all, the entire situation is as ideal as it can be for him. He wastes no time in wandering the city, to start committing it to memory and seeing what it has to offer.

First and foremost, Lestat can, of course, be found procuring himself a new outfit for the occasion. He feels a pull to find inspiration in the clothing of the late eighteenth or early nineteenth centuries, an antiquated style to most that he thinks suits Thorne with the opulent fashions that came from French courts of the time. A well-cut coat with a high collar and embroidery down the front, perhaps, or maybe something that speaks of England's regency period with a shorter cut at the waist. He takes the time to feel the fabric of each garment between his fingers. Quality, of course, is everything.

With an outfit secured, Lestat's wanderings of Hayle take him into one of the shops selling jewelry. He doesn't mind an adornment himself, having more than eyed up a fine ring that displays his own arcana of Judgement, but he's more interested in seeking out something for another. His fingers light upon a pendant displaying The Lovers, gold detailing set against sleek black, mounted on a fine golden chain. He stands close by it to keep another from claiming it as he waits to the shopkeep to finish with another customer. }