welcome to the 18th century, where balls took place in big mansions! Sir Luther's white hair softly moves behind his head, ruffled and with tied pony tail walks a little bit abscent in thoughts past people, and accidentally and unfortunately - or maybe fortunately bumping into you.

August Luther's silver eyes go wide as he sees you fall, he tries to catch you before you hit the floor but it's too late. You fall and the young Mister immediately bows slightly. "My apologies, did you hurt yourself by the fall?" he extends his white gloved hand to you, wanting to help you up. He also leans forward and a little lower, the white tailcoat swishes softly behind him, his darker pants are tucked into boots. The white, ruffled tie is secured by a ruby pin. "Allow me to help you up, please."