One of the advantages to being rather well-placed on the Twilight Imposter was that news of the more unsavory kind came easily to his mind. At the moment, Roderick had been amusing himself quite liberally with reading all the reports surmising the fate of the enigmatic Fox, given that heโd seemed quiet as of late. The amusement came from his own particular knowledge as to what that shadowy figure was up to currently, and the fact his arrangement with the airship captain had provided him with plenty of time to make the appearances required of his other life, especially seeing as his dearly departed father was no longer able to stand as Lord of the household and his mother, while disapproving of his current way of life behind closed doors, was all too willing to accept him as the rightful heir in public. For some, the duality would be tiring. For Roderick, he was used to it. For him, it was more three dimensional, albeit the third persona was, as mentioned by all those little bits of gossip heโd kept in his attention, rather silent for the time being.
More accurately, heโd just absorbed it into some of his duties for the Imposter. Acquisition took many forms, of course.
However, the summons that had been sent to the manor had still come as rather surprising, moreso as theyโd been directed toward him specifically rather than imply the man of the household. It had been simple to request leave from the airship for the night, and just as simple to exchange his normal casual attire for the much more elegant lines of the black tailored suit, a subtle silver brocade pattern artfully woven into the material that echoed the silver in his eyes as well as the silvery ascot he chose to accompany the whole outfit. A simple black domino mask edged in silver completed his look, and he had known heโd cut quite the figure as heโd stepped out of the family carriage to walk into the rather austere estate, waving off the servant who was about to announce his arrival. He knew he was late. There were any number of excuses he could give, had they been asked of him, but he rather supposed those who had requested his attendance werenโt likely to comment. Not outwardly, anyhow, although he had done his service towards the host of the event as well as his daughter before heโd contemplated heading toward the library.
Had the music been any better, heโd have been tempted to charm a lady to dance. Heโd noted the presence of a couple who were heading toward the library in question, as well, and slipped in after Rowena and Alexander as silently as his practice allowed, taking up a position leaning against a bookshelf as he awaited whatever had brought them all here.