There was probably something to be said about that fact that after Anders had arrived in this world he had had to deal with learning how to use a light switch but the idea that he could be a party without worrying about being kicked out was what felt the most odd to him. As he lingered by the buffet table, he had to admit that he'd take all of the confusion over new technology if it meant that he didn't have to constantly look over his shoulder.

Or at least, didn't have to look over his shoulder because people were anti-mage or against the actions he had taken in his past. Coming from a war to this modern world had been a bit of a culture shock, but now he was getting used to it.

Used to it, but still not willing to give up robes. There was something that felt right about them. Now for this party he had had a good excuse to use his meager wages to get a nice pair. There were still dark, as was his aesthetic these days, but he didn't have as many feathers this time in favor of a crimson design that ran through the fabric.

As he looked over his choices for the food, he thought the party seemed to be an excess display of wealth. Not that he was really complaining about that just yet. He just didn't have the history to judge if this was an every day affair or if something special was happening.


"Do they usually go all out for these things?" he asked no one in particular.