For her majesty the Queen's twenty-eighth birthday celebration, a huge masquerade ball was held!... But, as usual, half the ballroom was flocking over to High-Priest Caemith, who was drinking a glass of what seemed to be red church wine, you could hear muffled sounds of them all trying to talk to him.

"Caemith, what does our goddess Ynthi send you here for?!" You heard one say.

"Caemith! Caemith, do you remember me?" You heard another say. You were alone, as you prefered to be.