Wearing his usual attire, Aldamoth makes his way into the Throne Room, whistling a tune out of the corner of his mouth. He paused as he walked through the door into the room proper, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. He recognised most, even if he couldn't put a name to them all.
The pleasant smile on his lips was contrived, a false creation to mask his actual thoughts. For he had only just finished an interesting little book, one which had challenged his viewpoint on a few subjects. He was still chewing over the notions. Such a contemplative mood left the Darkling with little interest in the mindless drivel people called small-talk. He moved directly for the wooden table, selecting a chair roughly in the middle. Shadows drifted gently from unfocused eyes, as he stared in the general direction of the firepit.