The veil he had been given long ago was on his mind, wondering just what it might do. It was a gift, after all, and surely not without purpose. It was why Jeremiah had draped it on upon arrival at Court (and the magic did, sometimes, like to involve veils so it was not so out of place; his outfit adapted accordingly and it looked as if a fair portion of his attire was also edged in lace).
Were he fortunate, perhaps he would see Ezra. Catch sight of him and perhaps- Jeremiah did not know. He was still trying to work out the entire Father's mad at you.
shibrogane
shroud of the shriven in play (finally)