Douglas had picked a few of the events that he would attend, if only briefly, and this was one of those.  He had dressed in his formal kilt suit.  The plaid was his family's pattern.  His hair was carefully combed but continued to be a bit wavy.  He walked in as one of the later guests, but that was typical for him.  When he was properly announced, he glanced around and began to mingle with those he had met previously.