The Merrow bowed lightly to the whole of the room as he entered his face tentacles swayed lightly under the mask. He rarely made time to be on land and this event was large enough that even his eldest sister had pushed for his attendance. Being in a suit felt very unnatural to him, but if it could some how make it so he was more likely to find a potential wife to bring home than he was willing to endure. Stuart's webbed hands patted the sides of the suit's jacket both to make sure any wrinkles were smoothed out as well as to check that his hat was still safely tucked inside.

He was very glad to be inside now. Having to sit in the carriages from the water up to the top of the cliffs where the castle stood was awful. He spent most of the trip with his eyes closed and sitting on the floor rather than in the seat. Walking on still unsteady legs he made his way to the refreshment table looking for anything to settle and ease his stomach.