Up behind Tony comes Kostos, with no sunglasses to make his outfit forgivable. Actually, they would probably make it worse. The calf-height boots and mix of tight and flowing black garments already make him look like he came here straight from an industrial goth show.

With a walking stick.

Also unhelpful: his resentful and plainly uncomfortable expression, the way his eyes dart between a few snack stands as if he suspects them of membership in some evil conspiracy—which he does, actually, in a sense—and the way he stays silent, hovering behind the Provost like a bodyguard he did not ask for.