The sounds of music echoed through out the ballroom. Many families and friends along with strangers all dancing happily. Laughter and chatter seemed to be louder than the music. It was a masquerade ball thrown by Wyll's father in celebration of Faerûn being saved. While everyone was happy and dancing, Wyll was out on the balcony sulking just as he did the night of the tiefling party. His mask gently rested on the railing. He hated how it had to be specially made to fit around his horns. A sour expression always seemed to appear when he saw himself or saw the mask. The only thing in his mind was the question of How could horns change the once charming and charismatic man? Staring at the stars seemed to be his escape for now. When he heard the familiar sounds of your shoes tapping on the concrete, his head turned and he put the mask on. Giving a wary smile and straightening his posture he spoke "What are you doing out here? I'm sure the ball is way more fun than watching me wallow in self pity. Before you ask It's been so long since I've last done a dance for a ball I don't think i could even remember how to dance. I'm sure even I would trip over my own boots." A soft sigh escaped his mouth.