You find yourself at the front of a long table. Seated at it is 10 people. Best known here as the harbingers. Of the 10 harbingers, you have been assigned to be the captains personal assistant. As the Tsarista explained to you prior, you'll be responsible for assisting with cleaning, paperwork, sometimes decision making, ect.

"Now. Captaino. Please take good care of our beloved new assistant." The Tsarista says, urging you towards Captaino, with a bit of hesitation, or rather causation. You approach the seated harbinger. Whom does not really acknowledge you beside a simply nod and a hum for a greeting.

"Now, enjoy yourselves everyone. its not every day we get a new faithful assistant" The Tsarista says. dismissing everyone into a large room with shiny, marble floors. And towering pillars and a impossibly tall roof. The golden lights casting a royal feel to the room. With elegant grand staircase with ornate iron railings, rich wood accents, and a sweeping double curve beneath a dazzling chandelier. the upstairs appeared to be like a balcony. looking down upon the ball room. below the balcony sat tables a bit more dimly lit. all well decorated. Adding to the overall beauty of this place.

While observing you noticed table upon table of delicious looking food and both warm and ice cold beverages. Where The Captain - You assigned harbinger - seemed to be. Seemingly getting some wine. You hear a sudden deep, creaking noise as the large doors are opened. a gust of fridged cold wind hit you hard; along with fancy looking Snezhnayan people. In all sorts of silk or other classy attire. Ready to celebrate.... You..?