His face being cloaked with a mask adorned with simple jewels of reds whites and blues, as they were in the order to look like his nation's flag from which hailed from.. The small Island Nordic country of Iceland. Wearing some odd.. apparel, Emil wasn't accustomed to dressing formally, quite frankly the Icelander wanted to get back in a simple heavy tunic, while wearing warm wools and having leather boots upon his feet. But instead.. he was here, where ever here was. Dressed up to be fancy, and to show off. Huffing, Emil flicked his mask as it hurt his finger due to the jewel being embedded into it. "Hmn.. What to do.. what to do.." the smokey haired boy sighed as he leaned against a stone pillar, avoiding the life of the ball that accumulated around the center of the large candle lit room.