While some guests of more minor standing arrived through the doors that allowed entrance into the grand ballroom, one figure, waiting for the crowd to distract, simply [i]appeared[/i]. Swirling blue eyes, black hair with flecks of silver and gold throughout, and a strange robe of greys and blacks. The pigments of the garment seemed to writhe and shift subtly despite the figures lack of movement. Head turning slowly while other figures took brief notice of his arrival, the man observed those who had arrived so far--his position leaving him out of sight to the Kaelmorhn.

While some who did not know him may have thought him a spy, those who would know at least the rumors of his identity--such as the Kaelmorhn's guards--would be aware that he was very much where he ought to be despite the fact that he stood out like a sore thumb. His strange swirling eyes narrowing as he frowned at the congregation of people, the Magewright of the Sovereign City-State of Eaihsvaryhn released the tiniest wave of energies down through and over his garments, shifting them from dull grays to dark blues with stirring gold and purple lines that ran along in simple, but elegant, patterns.

He then moved, walking into the crowd, who parted around him, some gasping at his change in garb, others having better knowledge as to his identity and disposition thus knowing that they ought stay clear of his path. However, one poor soul who had recognized him, a baron who he'd crossed paths with before, did not move aside as he strode forth.

Stopping eight feet in front of the baron, the Magewright's normally stirring eyes, became piercing, the colors within them seeming to [i]freeze[/i] as he glared through the baron's skull. [color=#091A54][b]"Ah, Baron Taehse, I've got someone to speak with, if you would [i]please[/i] move aside,"[/b][/color] stated the mage, a smile on his lips, though his eyes could have pierced stone.

The baron neither moved nor responded, his gaze hard and unyielding [b][i]"I'll not be moving out of your way [/I]Magewright[I]."[/i][/b] He spat the last word out, his spittle nearly striking the mage. Taking in a deep breath, barely managing to retain his composure, and the false smile he wore, Mordiir bowed slightly to the baron, and then attempted to walk around him. The baron however, had no intention to allow him to pass, and so stepped into his path once more. Abruptly, Mordiir stopped moving, and met the man's eyes, his smile fading swiftly.

Closing the several feet between them, Mordiir leaned in close to the baron, so his lips were inches from the man's ear. [color=#091A54][b]"Move, Taehse, or I will make it so you can never stand again,"[/b][/color] he whispered to the man, before withdrawing, and then promptly walking around him. The baron stood motionless, barely hiding an expression of shock.

After several moments, those attendees who had arrived returned to their conversations, some now gossiping about the Magewright and what he might have said to the Baron. Mordiir ignored them and continued his approach to the stairs that led up to the balcony. He had a conversation to broach with the Kaelmorhn.