[Jumping into this with permission from Spice]
It was with a certain degree of wryness that Elaros gazed on towards the site of the Hellvion Spring Ball. Such an extravagant and decorated little affair. Gilded with tinsel, oiled with wine. His reptilian lips curled into a smile. Tonight, he'd be in the center of it all, drinking wine and raising amorous hell among the rich and powerful of Connlaoth.
He felt a pang of sadness when he remembered Luna, his lovely little slave (although their relationship could only be called master/servant in the loosest of terms), and how her eyes would've lit up at the sight of all this. However, Elaros was on business, and no matter how much he would've loved to see that shy smile of hers, he was here to work.
Technically.
He unrolled the scroll on his lap, once again reviewing his credentials. He never thought he'd see his name written next to "Envoy from Drakkona", but he supposed that if anybody from Drakkona was ambassador material, it was him! He rolled the diplomatic scroll back up as his carriage came to a stop outside the ball room.
He wasn't going to hedge around the building, oh no! He was going to just dive right into the heart of things. Nodding to his two guards (who were mocked up to look more like diplomatic assistants than anything else), he swung open the door to his carriage, and stepped outside. Of course, the guards checking for invitations looked at him funny, but that was to be expected.
After all, who'd expect a High Drakkon and two of his Low Drakkon servants to show up at a ball intended for the sole enjoyment of the nobility of Connlaoth?
His two guards trailed him as he stepped up to the guard in his usual, graceful fashion. One guard was toting a small and rather ornate rectangular box, about half a foot long, and the other carried a bundle wrapped in opaque black silk.
All it took was showing the guards his diplomatic scroll, and he was inside. He stood just inside the doorway, gazing out over the ball room filled with dancers and guessed. He closed his eyes, and tasted the air with his forked tongue. He opened them, and smiled.
Truly, he was home.