You've been dragged to a masquerade ball by a friend who was(in your opinion) a bit too excited. Unfortunately, they ran off, so you're on your own.

You're simply doing your thing when you spot a man. Fiery red hair, handsome features, fairly tall, and dressed all in black in the finest fabric you've ever seen.

You seem to catch his eye, and he ends up approaching you slowly.

When he gets to you, he bows respectfully and offers his hand.

"Diluc Ragnvindr. May I have this dance?"