Number Five, Weston Lane

Dantess came to the gates, as per usual. He presented his bank note with a smile.
"Ah, good to see you! Here you go!"

He would, as usual, try to engage the taxman a little in small talk. It never worked. When their brief transaction was finished, he went back inside.

Three large golden horses with white fluffs of longer hair to outline the golden body came striding up to the gates of Number Five, Weston Lane. Two men were dressed in crimson red suits with a white button up shirt underneath that hid then Runed bodies. On their heads were crimson and black turbans that had a large Ruby on it that was etched with the symbol for Phoenix State Royal Force. Both carried golden and red glaves made from the finest of metals. On the handle, right before the blade, one could see Brock the Forgemaster's marking.

The horses bore an ancient symbol from their dialect that very few knew. It had a subtle prestige about it; not enough to strike excessive interest, only the interest of the right ones. With this was a few satchels with various supplies for travel, arrows, a short bow, and a long bow. These two men were elite warriors that received training from the Shiniga before the collapse of Shiniga. 

The main man, Promiethius was suited in a crimson red and gold pinstripe suit, black button up shirt, and a gold tie. His hair was not covered, allowing his long fiery red hair to blow in the breeze. His Blue Zircon colered eyes glistened in the sunlight being cast down from above. He would stand just over six feet in height and weighed about 260 pounds that was made up of muscle. 

When they reached the gate, Promiethius lept down from his steed. Once settled, he grabbed a  long handed sword(Oakeshott XII with an additional three inches on the hilt for possible two handed use.) The two other men lept down, placed their main weapon on their horse, and one took Promiethius's weapon and the other his shield. The two were not unarmed, they still had their little weapons hidden in their outfits if there was any surprises. 

Promiethius stood in front of his two men at the gate. He would push the gate open and the group of three would make their way up to the door of the home. Promiethius would take his right hand and knock on the door. He had been invited to this home and has never been in the lands, much less someones home here. Despite their calm and proud statures, they were still very cautious, especially with the anti-magic wards at the gates and the thing watching over the city.

(Oh, not to worry! Bring ye enchantments and magical trinkets--anti-magic fields are illegal in Stonevale except under strict military orders!)

Dantess himself stepped down the spiral staircase, his short and spiked raven hair matching the blackness of his immaculate tuxedo, crimson bowtie only very slightly askew and boldly shattering the persistent greyscale of his formal dinner attire. He wore no sword this evening, even despite the growing rumors of an upcoming duel with a foreign general scheduled for the following morning... this particular evening was one of appropriate restraint, devoid of competition and rife with fun and frivolity. The finest wines were already making their rounds among the crowd, and there was much to be done as a proper host to a formal dinner. Dantess began to greet each of his guests in turn, intermingling with the crowd until he slowly made his way over to Levanius.

"Ah, good to see you! I'm glad to see you made it to the reception."

"Indeed... the paperwork was filed quickly enough. I trust your leave has gone well?"
Levanius, by the time Dantess had reached him, had retired for a moment's break by a low wall in the garden, puffing on an old wooden pipe.

\"Very well indeed... though, I suppose official matters still call. As you're aware... the duel," he said, as though it were a matter of some secrecy, and that not all were yet privy to the rumor that nevertheless was still circulating around.
"I hope it will solidify the relations between nations."

"I'm sure we'll all be just fine," he replies with an amicable smile. "In fact... I should go say hello! If you'll excuse me, Chancellor.."
He bowed, as was formal and customary given Levanius' station over his, and went over to Jill who was presumably enjoying the snacks somewhere.

"Ah Jill, at last, we finally meet in person."
If she arrived in that spidery black dress, curled pigtails, and heavy makeup that was typical of her image, she'd be easy to recognize.

Wedge is there. Wedge is watching. He is being paid to do first shift of the door guard, then garden patrol until the party was over.

Promieithius would turn to his guards and speak softly, "Do either of you know any of these people?"

The guards would shake their heads in a 'No'.

"Okay then. Just play it cool, eat some food, and do your job. I'm not very good at these things..." Promiethius spoke.

The group would hang out by themselves by a bush beside the front door to the home. If they were greeted, they'd speak; and if not, they would just spectate. When everyone went inside, he would follow.