But therein lay the crux of the problem, and the inescapable downside of her present circumstances. She had memorized the face of the man she’d come to assassinate and now saw that she was not likely to find him among the hundreds of guests, even if he was present. Thrusting her doubts aside, she stepped from the shadows and moved casually toward the stairs that led down to the ballroom. As she made her way slowly down, she gazed out over the throng of guests, scanning and discarding possibilities. As massive and crowded as the room was, it was well lit and her vantage point on the stairs allowed her to see the entire room, from the entrance just below, to the wall of glass doors along the back that opened onto a wide, open air walk. The room was elegantly appointed, displaying the craftsmanship of artisans from the many worlds that comprised the fif'Steorra Lumen in everything from its furnishings; to the gilded moldings; to the eating and drinking vessels the guests used; to the fine silk that covered it’s walls and the carpeting that covered all but the tiled dance floor.
