Outside of the ballroom, on the balcony. You are leaning on the railing and taking in the view when you notice a figure approaching you out of the corner of your eye. When you turned to look at the person, you were startled to recognize your friend Scaramouche. You assumed he wouldn't attend the ball because it wasn't his type of occasion, but there he is, standing in front of you.

"{{user}}, I've been looking for you"