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KAZ BREKKER LOOKED RIDICULOUS, although Lianna had never been a fan of his regular style, either. The always present, mysterious black gloves, the reason behind thousands of theories about his horrible hands which must remain unseen, the well-fitted suits and thightly knotted ties and the cane, so much more deadly in his hands than guns or knives in someone else's. She wasn't impressed by his fashion choices, but at least those fit his image. The brightly-coloured, idiotic mask and equally unsettling orange cloak did not, however.
Although, she really shouldn't judge him, considering the fact that she was given a stupidly absurd costume as well. It kind of made sense, considering that the plan itself was just as ridiculous.
The night was cold, air freezing enough she could feel it in her bones as soon as she took the first careful step onto the balcony. The cold didn't go away when she jumped over it or later, as she ran down the streets. She was shivering by the time she'd made it to Fifth Harbour. It was a quarter before midnight, that part of the port unusualy quiet and calm, no people to be seen and only distant noises coming from the Barrel. Kaz Brekker was already there, and so was Muzzen – the boy she had the pleasure of meeting a few hours prior, who was now busy tinkering with one of the rowboats moored at the shore.
If Kaz was even the slightest bit impressed with her early arrival, he didn't show it.
"Lianna," he greeted simply, as she jogged towards them.
"Kaz." Lianna slowed down with the few last steps and stopped next to him. She then turned to look at the other boy, "Muzzen. Good to see you again."
He smiled at her over his shoulder and turned to Kaz, a bright beam on his face and eyebrows wiggling. Muzzen was a silly boy, more obvious in his attraction to Lianna than anyone would think neccesary, even though they had only met earlier that day. He was lighthearted and funny, to Kaz's constant annoyance. Muzzen was a good guy and Lianna would rather not think about how unfair it was for kids like him to end up in a place like the Barrel. Not that she looked down on the Dregs, or any other young gang members for that matter, but the injustice of their situation struck her far too often.
"What's with the costumes?" she teased. Both boys dressed up as Madman – a character from Komedie Brute, the story beloved by people of Ketterdam. "Are you getting ready for a play?"
"Not exactly," objected Muzzen, as he threw something at Lianna.
She looked inside the bag – there was some kind of blue material at the bottom of it.
"What is it?"
Kaz walked up to her and snatched the bag from her hands. He then pulled out a blue cloak made of silk, similar to his own, but more extravagant and shiny, and matching accesory – a glossy, azure veil with excessive, silver jewelry. "Put this on," he ordered, handing her the Lost Bride's attire – she was a character, due to her desirable characteristics, popular mostly in pleasure houses, where tourists and gamblers apparently enjoyed the thrill of spending the night with a non-existent lady.
