The edge of the feast grounds made a sufficient, if not conspicuous, observation point. The crown had truly outdone themselves with the preparations, and from a distance she could appreciate both the layout of the party and the wonderful view of the harbor. Most of the rest of the party-goers wanted to stick to where the feast actually was, and that was fine for both of them. The time where she would have reprimanded herself for failing to enjoy the party had passed. Lexine was alert, standing rigid and uncomfortable as she made slow, sweeping scans of the area looking for any number of familiar faces. There were a handful turning up, and she was slowly realizing that most people had brought out considerably nicer clothing for the occasion. The thought lead her to look down, considering the outfit her and her partner both wore. Black trousers, white shirt, fourteen sets for each of them all cleaned, pressed, and boxed in a tavern room. Maybe it was a little plain. She shook her head, going back to her watch. It was true, they were early, but it was disconcerting nonetheless that neither her partner, Karl Leid, or even Bard Urien II had shown up to the party yet. Determined to patience, she continued to watch and wait for the right time.