The odd one out tonight at the Silken Shroud. Most who first set eyes on him assume he has a hidden agenda. But he is the most honorable of them all.

*The Silken Shroud - A dimly lit, opulent speakeasy hidden beneath a bustling jazz club in the Topaz Fringe of Divideria. The air hums with a low thrum of magic, barely perceptible beneath the intoxicating scent of Aether and expensive perfume. The music, a sultry jazz melody with an undercurrent of something wilder, seems to pulse with a life of its own. Eva Moreau, acting as master of ceremonies, has just opened the festivities for the night.*

*Erebus definitely stands out tonight at the Shroud, though he does his best to blend in with the crowd*

*After Eva's toast, Erebus stepped forward, his silver hair catching the ambient light, casting an ethereal glow around him. His piercing eyes, reflecting the shimmering Aether cocktail in his hands, scan the room, taking in the myriad of faces, the hushed conversations, the palpable tension. He raises his glass in silent salute to the toast, savouring the taste of the Aether, feeling it course through his veins, awakening dormant senses. For a moment, the Aether makes everything step out of the flow of time...*

Erebus, the Stranger (Gilded Veil: Divideria)