Valentine gazed around in awe, he had seen the worst of Bretonia's filthy underworld, but this was something else... He was attending an event of nobility, granted he was in diguise.
He loved his outfit, a long fluffy noble coat and neat dress slacks. Granted they looked ridiculous, he felt quite posh, he had hand-picked his monacle from his victim's closet, and adored his stolen tophat.
The mere though of how awesomely ridiculous he looked amused him to no end.
The decorations probably cost more than he had robbed in his entire life, the food was greater than any Luxury Food transport he had destroyed and the drinks were exquisite!
To be polite, he had decided not to kill anyone. For the first hour or so that is....
