Off to the right of the dance floor and a little further from the lake stood a room-shaped construction with doors at either end, light shimmered upwards from it's unroofed interior alighting the grand oak trees above. Near it, upon a raised plinth a flower arrangement of Scottish thistles.
As he continued his hunt for a drink a rather strange sight came upon him. Some sort of room, near the lake. That deserved closer investigation. It seemed a lot of effort had gone into this ball for there were many things to look at and listen to, row boats on the lake as well!
But the room intrigued him the most, and so it was that he made his way towards it. It appeared to be well-lit, and without a roof. What could it possibly be? Well, Honour did not intend to merely wander, and so as he reached it, he pushed open one of the doors and moved inside.
The door swung easily open, a great brightness shone into Honour's eyes blinding him momentarily as the swung door shuttered behind him. Shrieks and giggles came from further in - that of other curious courtiers lost within this amusement.
When his eyes adjusted to the bright, he saw a man looking at him. The man wore a frock coat of a dark silver colour embroidered with four emblems, and a mask of light silver with delicate white and gold decorations swirling about the surface.
To one side a man dressed similarly looked towards that figure, and behind him a same dressed man kept his back to Honour.