It was a beautiful, clear, starry night when Adrian Deblair arrived for the ball. He had to admit himself to be somewhat in shock at the moment. He was doing his best to conceal it but when he had changed from his horse drawn carriage to this...this metal beast that he was expected to ride inside. Well, he had heard stories but it was entirely different to be sitting here experiencing it. If a mage put a lot of effort into it they could make something similar but why when they could simply fly themselves around for far less energy? It was fascinating to him, this technology that anyone could use. Everything he passed by just looked different. It was all made of different things and in a style you would not find in his homeland. The palace too had all sorts of things that he could barely guess the function of as he passed through doors that spoke and opened themselves without any casting by the man escorting him. Even the clothes seemed to be made differently. He looked down at his elegant white embroidered mage robes and looked back to the suits that all the servants and men from this realm were wearing and decided he would be getting some of those. They had the basic shape as that which the peasant men would wear in the fields yet subtly different and really quite nice. He wasn't sure how comfortable they would be compared to his robes but he was certainly interested enough to try them out. Finally they arrived in the ballroom and his eyes immediately sought out the newly adult prince. He was hard to miss with the whole room doing that 'we're going to give them space for others to approach yet somehow circle the whole room around them' thing that only royalty and nobles know how to do. The flow of the room always told you who was the most important person there. Even in this strange technological land, he all of a sudden felt very at home. These were still just people, nobility that acted just like all the rest, and he would have no problems dealing with them. He put on his charming smile and swept into the room. He did not go immediately for the prince but followed the 'flow' in the room. He could tell several people took him for some slow bumpkin prince and he made a point of seeking these people out and having intelligent conversations with them, leaving a wake of bemused and perhaps even slightly charmed nobles behind him. Finally he arrived in front of the prince and swept a smooth bow. "Your highness." He stood up and gave him a very warm smile. "Happy birthday." He reaches into his robes and pulled out a small box, with he held out with another small bow. "I spent many days thinking of a most useful gift to craft, I hope you enjoy it." Inside was a simple silver ring with a well cut sapphire in an equally simple setting. "It is a shielding ring. Useful for rainy days or attacks on your life." His smile said he was joking with that last bit, though if it came to the ring would indeed do the job in that circumstance as well.