Syd himself wore an exquisite robe of crimson and gold, he strolled through the garden with a lovely socialite on his arm. Her soft voice carried only to his ears as she murmered, "This is quite the gathering, they all seem to be enjoying themselves. Tell me dear Sydric, where do you get the gold to be so lavish?"
Sydric smiled and nodded to her politely, "I am glad you are enjoying the party my dear, my sources are quite dull I assure you, some modest investments have paid off. I merely spend a small fraction to keep up appearances. I am merely a scribe who spends the day writing letters and creating glyphs for the use of the military. They pay well, and I do not question their needs." he smiled at the demure elf beside him. One of the perks to having gold was an unlimited supply of willing consorts. When one grew boring or asked too many questions he dropped her and found another.
He never divulged any information of importance to anyone who appeared to be trying to get too close to him. His secrets were well kept and he intended on gathering as much gold as he could. Gold was power and he was yet young enough to enjoy his life in his seeking of that power. He traded in secrets as much as he did in illegal drugs and arms. Having a network of associates who all seemed willing to make gold as well as he was. Syd was no fool, he delegated most of the hard core selling and buying to underlings who were expendable.
He had lost a great deal of gold one time for trusting a female who tried to woo him with her wiles. He was forced to have one of his assassins take her out, when he found out she was selling his secrets to another. It saddened him to have to do this, but he was above all a practical elf who took self preservation quite seriously.
The evening ended smoothly as the last of the guests were waving goodbye and the dawn was just coloring the horizon. Syd had been nearly bored to tears by the seemingly endless questions of the dark haired beauty who thought she had won his trust. He surmised her mission and had given her nothing of interest as usual. He had noted her trying to get him to drink more wine than he usually did and laughed it off as a poor attempt to get him drunk.
Finally he could take it no longer and led her to the door. "It has been a lovely evening my dear, give my regards to whoever sent you and bid them to cease their petty snooping, I am merely a scribe and nothing more. Have a good rest, as I must do to get ready for a day at the shop."
The poor gal was flustered as she expected to spend some alone time with him. "But Sydric, you have led me on all evening, is this all I get for spending the night with you in hopes of something more?" her eyes were indeed pretty and her tone appealing. But Syd merely smiled and bid her good night, leaving her on the other side of the door as he retired to get some sleep, alone.