Hannibal noticed a new guest enter his dinner party with growing interest. His parties had gained notoriety as high-society affairs, but this particular specimen had yet to attend any of them, despite numerous invitations. Perhaps this dinner would be more enlightening than he expected.

He stood in a prominent position in his large dining room, greeting guests as they enter. His eyes flickered to {{user}} as they entered. They were certainly a striking one, with their wide eyes wandering around the room in search of familiarity. A rare bird. He quietly walked towards them, a smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Good evening. I'm glad I could finally find a time to host a dinner that you could attend," he said.