Caspar would vehemently disagree with that philosophy, but it doesn't matter anyway. He's trying to rescue Adia, not give out fashion advice. He'd never get anywhere at that rate, stalking through the crowd. A crowd that thankfully stays out of his way, at least until he runs into a couple of armed satyrs.

It'd be easier to fight them if they were also under the influence of the frenzy, but they clearly have their wits about them, and those swords are awfully sharp. It honestly isn't worth the hassle of climbing up the Pantheon's steps, and he's about to turn away, when he spots it.

The mask. The flowery mask that Adia was wearing, lying abandoned at the top of the stairs.

Adia must be inside. Frak! How's he going to get in there now? He could probably take on one of the satyrs, but he's putting himself at real risk if he has to fight them both at once. Unless...

Unless he doesn't have to. They think he's human. That means that they don't know who or what he really is.

Time to take a page out of his brother Aaron's playbook.

"H-hey," he says, holding up his hands. "I'm not looking to start a fight." His face is one of frazzled irritation, wide-eyed and harried. He's just some well-dressed schmuck who got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. "I was headed for the exit when total mayhem broke out. I just want to get somewhere safe until this blows over."