The party was in full swing, lords and ladies from the entire Plane were in attendance and Lord Alvert Weathersbane was puffed up prouder than a Ta?rena. A string quartet was nestled in each corner of the vast ballroom, playing the same exact melody so that no matter where you roamed you would still be serenaded by the sweet sounds they produced. He had gotten a squad of Antrhos, a species on this Plane that were born in sets of sixteen and mentally connected, their synchronicity was perfection itself.

He was a Voyant, the most numerous of lifeforms on this Plane. They were tall, standing between seven to nine feet and lanky. They were spiked, ridges formed along blue tinged flesh and provided a deadly surface to be used as weapons. Despite the frail appearance of their frames their muscles were uniquely adapted to the environment of the Plane and they could draw upon the very fabric of it to strengthen themselves. Lord Weathersbane was the most powerful of the Lords and could enhance his strength to the point where he was a match for twenty of the nearest Lords.

This party was to announce the engagement of his daughter to that of the heir of House Lyon, it would be a powerful alliance and the guest list had been carefully tailored. It was not just about who was invited but also who was not, calculated insults was an art form.

The war that raged outside the cities would continue, even with this alliance but there would be a shift in the tide of the war. Nearly half the Plane had been ravaged by this war and there were whispers that the Brigade would show soon to put a stop to it, and that never worked out well for anyone involved.

The Brigade cared little for politics, nor could they be accused of favoring law or chaos. The Brigade cared for the Planes and based all decisions on the welfare there of, the denizens of those Planes were expendable. The mists would repopulate a Plane given time, but if a Plane were destroyed true chaos ensued. The mists, they were all Mistborn, except the Brigade, he thought. But there was something foreboding about those mists, few dared to venture in and none had ever returned. Still, there had been rumors that someone had been venturing near the mists, and trying to exploit the power that could be found there. Personally Lord Weathersbane found the idea absurd, to tempt fate to bring the Brigade here was worse than folly, it was suicide.

There were servants darting between couples or clusters of nobles, refilling glasses, collecting empty ones, making sure that everyone was happy and content. The dance floor had a continuous flow of nobles showing off years of instruction and mingling with those they considered worth their time.

When the young woman approached, one of the lesser creatures on the Plane, a species he could not even bother to remember, he paid her little heed. He was on his way to speak to the young Lord of Lyon and was not in the mood to be bothered. He took a few steps and then there she was again, he stepped around her, irritated. Two more strides and there she was again, he raised a hand and swept it out toward the insolent girl only to strike the air where she used to be and no more. He thought he felt the brush of fingers across his back and that made him perform a quick turn to scan his immediate surroundings yielded no sighting of the woman. He thought then about what she looked like, no detail would come to mind except one... dark eyes, nearly black saving for streaks of grey within.

He would get with his steward after the party and get the details on the servant, there was something about the woman that set his instincts on alert. For now he shook it off and continued toward the young Lord. Across the room, wrapped in a cloak that hid her from the occupants of the room, Hannah watched Lord Weatheresbane. The nanites she had deposited on him while they did their little dance would act as eyes and ears on the man for the next forty or so hours, more than enough time to discover if he was the cause of the mists distress. Eventually he might realize who she was but Hannah enjoyed giving hints along the way for some of her jobs, it made them more interesting.

For now she moved among the nobles, gently touching those she felt would yield her information, by this time tomorrow she would have a much clearer picture of who was tempting the fates... and the wrath of the Brigade.