Sultana stands amongst the crowd at the banquet she was attending, a somewhat bored expression on her face as she stifles a yawn. She would occasionally smile and wave at other nobles, but would quickly return to looking bored.

That was when she saw someone how captured her attention, an unfamiliar face at the other side of the banquet hall.

Deciding to entertain herself with a conversation, Sultana makes her way towards the unfamiliar individual, and tap them on the shoulder.

"Pardon me, may I have a word with you?"