Upon realizing that his presence was not needed, he divorced himself from the situation and made his way to the snacks once again, sighing softly to himself as he allotted himself a taste of some small cakes and other such goodies, all the while making himself aware of the conditions and changes within the room, namely those that might impress upon him a fist or foot to the thorax. He was very acutely aware that he had, int he short time he had came to introduce himself to the general populace, indeed made at the very least two relationships with individuals that at the very least regarded him in a negative or otherwise hostile light. To his eternal distraught, these were, as fate would have it, individuals that he thought very highly of. As he looked around at the room he dearly hoped that neither of them attended the party, lest he need to hide himself with shame and find a means of making himself scarce lest he spoil the party further than the Reaver already had.
Despite the inner workings of the assassin, he found himself once again cut off from the other guests, swimming through the sea of thoughts that possessed his mind and leaving only the precautionary ear to his surroundings as he had grown up learning to do in the event that a stranger with malicious intentions were to sneak upon him while in deep thought. and thus Vask would more or less prove unresponsive lest something of importance occurred or he himself were addressed directly.
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