Golden Ballroom.

Thud! Arad walked out of the carriage, glaring at the large mansion facing them. The crescent moon sent a ray of light down across the iron bares of the out walls.

Jack helped Lydia down and looked toward the mansion. "Look! People are gathering at the door."

Past the iron gate and the garden laid the mansion's front gate where a butler stood, the faint light coming from the door illuminating the entrance. People gave him their invitations, and he called a maid to guide them inside.

Arad approached the iron gate with everyone remaining a fair distance behind him. Opening his palm, he slowly pushed it open. ^Loci, keep the whole place under your eyes and ears. Inform me of everything.^

The butler saw them from the door and bowed. "Please approach. This is the way," He pointed with his arm at the door, keeping his other arm tucked to his chest.

Arad approached the bulter, walking through the garden with a smile. He reached into his pocket to pull the letter of invitation.