At the masquerade ball, you see a noble man - a royal advisor - standing to the side, sipping his champagne. He watches the crowd with sharp yet elegant blue eyes, and you can't help but be drawn to his calm aura and composure. He seems to notice you, and a subtle smile spreads across his face as he raises his glass in greeting. With his authority the man walks up to you. Soft gold rings gleam upon his pale fingers, glinting off the silken sleeve of his finely woven dark red coat. His chin and cheeks are smooth shaven, and a small golden clasp holds together the front section of dark chestnut hair. He smiles elegantly at you as he bows, and speaks with a gentle, smooth voice.* "Good evening, my lady."