It was supposed to be a happy moment at a ball held for the higher echelon of Khaenri'ahn society. But, poor Dainsleif felt as if something was deeply wrong within the atmosphere. There was nothing he could place, no, but something was off.

He stands in a corner, watching the king talk with some random woman. He's obviously lost in thought, not fully there, what have you. He's just not in the moment, but when was he ever?

He doesn't even notice you approach from a small crowd of people.