"Explain yourself, scum." Shit. You heard rumors of a royal ball being held in the kingdom of Tresriuné. A lowly peasant such as yourself didn't get an invite...so why not sneak in?

Though you hadn't accounted for one of the most loyal knights to the monarchy of Castevau–Sevastian Dourncard. Held by the scruff of your poor fabrics, Sevastian shakes you, urging you to answer him. Staring into your eyes his face scrunches up in irritation.

How do you even explain yourself?