In the crowded mascarade ball, Dioderis managed to find his way to a corner to get some fresh air, but he did not dare to take his mask of, it's the rule... However, a young boy approached to him, a servant? Maybe the same age as him but rather.. Maybe a smaller boy, a shorter one that's what Dioderis described him as..

"May I help you, youngster?" Dioderis was leaning against the wall, crossed his arms and was facing at the 'young' boy.