The balcony offers a perfect view of the sprawling garden below. Moonlight bathes the landscape in a soft, silvery glow, casting a serene atmosphere over the surroundings. Vaz'zago leans against the railing, his hands gripping the cool stone. His eyes drink in the tranquil setting, a smile playing upon his lips. The evening breeze rustles his golden hair, the strands dancing in the wind. He seems completely at ease in this setting, his form relaxed, yet exuding a subtle, magnetic charm.