Enforcer Steel had been at the Gala since it began, and had been drinking the more aggressively flavored drinks, and eating the blander food after sneaking near the heaters, to excess. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead as the alcohol began to set in. Ananke the drone crawled across his shoulder, actively scanning everyone it could. Looking at the drone, he shrugged to get its attention. "Remind me to reimburse these guys for drinking to excess. Maybe a few crates of Makream*, or something along the lines of that." The drone chirped in the affirmative, then went back to scanning one of the tapestries. Because every castle has those. "I feel under-dressed Ananke. Should have worn the Royal guard uniform**." The small drone turned to him for a moment, then looked away. Steel went back to eating and drinking, as well as making small talk to whoever he could. [spoiler]Is not wearing the hat. * A spiced alcohol, similar to vodka with jalapeño pepper juice added. **Several hundred times more ornamental than military dress blues.[/spoiler]