Stratos is disguised in part via the cunning means of ditching his armor for party clothes, though Jim will quickly find him mingling politely near the bonfire. He doesn't seem sorry to be called away, either, although between the noise of the party and Jim's hazy words, he looks quite bemused when he's tugged back through the crowd.

The tribune has a mostly-empty glass of brandy in one hand and a flush in his cheeks; it almost looks as if he's been enjoying himself, Divines forbid.

"What exactly did you want me for, Jim...?"