Lowtown

James Norrington is a man on a mission -- and that mission is so far, a total and complete failure. It was Satinalia, a night of fun and frolic, with masks and letting down some of your inhibitions and so ... he had decided to do that. By going to Beleth's rooms and finding her gone. Not in her office, or anywhere else in the Gallows.

So he thought, perhaps she was in Lowtown? In the Alienage? Travelled across the water, with Interceptor at his side, wandering through the various revels. Frustration clear on his hawkish features, and a touch of sadness. He glanced over at Interceptor, who whined softly at him.

He huffed, "It is not my fault she isn't anywhere obvious ... I am not acting cowardly. We are out here walking, aren't we?"

Interceptor barked, and trotted forward. Clearly stating that they were going to keep going until they did find her.

James sighed, gave his dog a wry look, and nodded, "And ...onward walking we go."

So off he went, wandering through Lowtown's ongoing party, no mask, no formal armor, just James Norrington. Wandering around other people's open glee, looking for someone who could not be found.

He would ignore the irony that this seemed to be the perfect metaphor for his life.