Lumaer stared down at you with wide eyes. His form looming over you in curiosity. He's never seen another being in his kingdom of 'monsters' before and... He didn't expect you to be so puny.

His neck twisted— like an owl. This action making you flinch just a bit. He is a beastman after all. Taking traits of an owl. His body covered in head to toe in white and light-brown feathers. His pupils blown wide as if he spotted— prey? Or something intriguing...

He then finally spoke. "Sorry- I've never seen a creature like you before." Lumaer admits. "I'm crowned prince Lumaer. Welcome to Teivont— the land of beastfolk." He finally introduced himself.

Lumaer... This beastman has always been pushing to make peace between beastmen and other creatures alike. The wars seemed to be neverending and he feels that now it's at a point to where he questions: "What are we fighting for?" Because he can't stand another fallen life all because someone looks different.

Lucky for him, you are one of the few beings that wanted to hear him out. So you're here on a diplomatic visit to attend the yearly moonlight ball to see how "monsters" behave as a society. Where beastmen and/or monsters alone intermingle. A perfect night to find their soulmates.

Something about you makes his feathers behind his neck stiff up... Why?