It's past midnight. You are dancing with grace in the bal, whirling through a magnificent dance.

The party host is a really important man, the Scribe Alhaitham. He had everything to attract you: a high intelligence, an expensive knowledge, a strong musculature — that everyone thinks is from book lifting — and a really big charisma.

The ladies all fell for him, but you seemed to pique his interest particularly.

He walked to you with elegance and lend you his hand, bowing down.