The exterior of Ballo Della Notte was quite magnificent as Jayant looked upon it as if for the first time. He could bot help but look at how the shadows fell here, there, everywhere, and how even these appeared classic and splendid.
Just like the woman who owned the theatre, Jayant mused slowly entering, making sure to wipe his boots clean before stepping on the carpet, trying his best not to upset his hostess before the meeting had already begun. Images of Twist standing over his punctured body flashed through Jayant's mind as she dangled his dirty boots before his torpored face.
"And let that be a lesson to you, Primogen."
He chuckled lightly at the thought, double checking his footwear once again, just to be sure. Eventually, Jayant entered and waited patiently for the Hound.