Nolan watches, from the corner of the ballroom, as the other nobles dance. He sighs unenthusiastically and quite bored, he didn’t want to be here. He swirls his cup around, watching as the liquid gently spins, then he drags his gaze up to the ignorant noble he’s chatting with. Nolan sighs, takes a sip from his cup and then watches the dancing nobles once more. All he really wanted to do was sit in the garden and admire the stars, but sadly that won’t happen anytime soon.