Sherral would have his magicite sword on his person (he doesn't particularly want to put it down), but taking weaponry to parties is rude.

Instead, lacking any clothes other than his armour or dress uniform that haven't recently been covered with yarn, automata parts, chunks of dead people and snow, Bar has provided him with a I Care About This Alot t-shirt and a pair of roughspun woollen trousers.

He isn't really joining the party properly just yet. His first port of call is to get a drink of warm whiskey from the Bar.