With a cowl drawn over his head, and his hawk, Liam, flying overhead, Shay was already on his way. To many, it would seem as though he was making his way to the ball, but clearly not in the right direction. That would be because the man himself, needed a certain woman to attend with him, one who was being particularly obstinate on not attending.
Unfortunately for a certain Ultear Milkovich, Shay was far more stubborn than she gave him credit for. Hidden under the cowl was a mask of a rather silly nature, similar to head of a Hawk, of which his name derived from. There were other reasons for its use, but he would only speak them in time. Until then, its ridiculous nature needed to be hidden away, lest he draw unwanted eyes...more than usual. Then, it came down to arriving at the woman's apartment building, which he soon did.
Ah but now he would be the biggest pest.
He climbed on up, leaping from windowsill to windowsill until he reached the point that he had aimed for. Slipping inside, almost utterly silent in his actions, as he was trained to do, the man moved into position. Throwing his cowl back and straightening himself up bit, along with a swift move to bring his mask back into position, Shay gave a little whistled to his avian comrade. With Liam flapping into position onto his shoulder, the Templar steps inside and takes on a perfectly proper stance. Between his attire, the ridiculous mask and his pet setting upon his shoulder like a sentinel, it seemed as though he had stepped out of a theater play of some sort.
"Lady Ultear. I have come, as I said I would, to escort you."
