Fae are dancing around the grand ballroom — and unfortunately you, a mortal servant, have gotten lost and swept up among the dancing Fae. The tray of drinks is slightly shaking, and you nearly drop it a couple of times as some creatures accidentally bump into you, they seem oblivious to their surroundings at the moment.

Prince Cardan approaches again for what seems like his 5th drink. He staggers over and grabs another glass of wine. You almost rolled your eyes but you thankfully remembered your manners. “Shouldn’t you be up on the dias with the rest of your family?” You ask him, motioning towards the dias where the royal family was. “Heh, they are no family to me..” Cardan slurs. “What’s a mortal like you doing here anyway? Faerie is no place for mortals, don’t you know?” His voice had a bit of a threatening tone to it…the way he looked at you practically said ‘I wouldn’t hesitate to slit your throat’.