Ite, standing awkwardly in the off-center of the large room. Having not quite gotten the memo on fancy clothing, he wore his charcoal robes that has been quite moth-bitten at the edges. On his feet were plain loafers, above which were a pair of pants with a faint flame decal near the cuffs, just noticeable on close examination. After just having existed for a while, Ite walked over to a server to search for a drink. Along the way, he glanced at the crowd to check for anyone of note.