Rostam pauses for a long moment outside the club. One more time he digs into a pocket, pulls out a wrinkled flyer and studies it. "THE JAZZ ASSASSINS. LIVE. ONE NIGHT ONLY. AT THE BLUE NOTE." But he's not here for the show. He'd be a day late for that anyway. What interests him is the coded message embedded in the poster's text, words that can't be seen by mundane eyes... He's been in town long enough to find a place and even get a lead on a job. Now there's other business to attend to. He's already felt the occasional flicker of mantles and noticed a few intent and unfriendly stares. New in town. And unknown. That's going to be a problem. He's less than eager to jump into the tangled politics of another Freehold, but he's lived among Changelings long enough to know that in their world the old Japanese proverb applies. "The nail that sticks out gets hammered down." He's already seen the advertisements... both mundane and otherwise... for the Quicksilver Gate. But first things first... Maybe the Winter Court here will be more willing to stand up for its own. Maybe.
Well, it's not going to suck itself. Time to get this done... Rostam takes a deep breath and walks inside.