Vayne was not sure if she would be coming or not to the event. After all, she did prefer her space, but she felt as if the Maven of the Strings was owed something. After all, how many times had she been paired up with the kindly musician on the fields of battle? Too many to count, she thought. Surely this social visit would not be too... frustrating.
The night hunter was clad in a heavy leather overcoat (Vindicator Vayne), her hair done up in a ponytail with the bangs angled to go down the right side of her face. She wore her clearer librarian-esque glasses, the shades were not needed for such a gathering obviously.
"Caitlyn. Vi. Jayce." She simply said their names as she stood behind them, apparently, they awaited someone to answer the door to let them in.