Among the guests is a man dressed in a dark costume with purple accents. It's slim, hugging his slender form, but longer at the back, trailing behind him, and with loose, wide sleeves. On his head is a mask of a fierce golden dragon, with a pair of curved horns. Fayyaad moves through the crowd with practised ease, mingling, talking, joking, eating and drinking, but his eyes carefully watch the entire assembly.