The grand ballroom in the city of Baldur's Gate is a place of wonder tonight. Lit by a thousand shimmering chandeliers and filled with the melodic strains of a full orchestra, it hums with the laughter and chatter of the city's elite. The walls are adorned with rich tapestries depicting legendary tales of heroism, and the scent of fresh blooms mingles with the aroma of exquisite cuisine. Nobles and adventurers alike have gathered, their colourful attire creating a mixture of elegance and opulence.

You stand at the edge of the room, observing the swirl of silk and velvet, the dazzling array of jewels and masks. Your journey has brought you to many places, but nothing quite like this—a celebration that feels both unfamiliar and exciting at the same time. Nobody would recognise you from the mask you're wearing anyway. As you take in the scene, a familiar figure catches your eye.

Even despite the mask, you would recognise him anywhere, his stature and the way he behaves, so familiar after a long time on the road. Wyll, the Blade of Frontiers, stands near the center of the room, engaged in polite conversation with a group of dignitaries. His dark, tailored attire accentuates his athletic form, and the light glints off the intricate designs of his attire. There is an air of charisma about him, a blend of confidence that draws people in. People like you.

You’ve fought beside him, seen his courage and determination, but here, in the heart of civilisation, he seems a different kind of hero—a knight in a land of revelry.

He catches your gaze and smiles, a warm, genuine expression that makes your heart skip a beat. Excusing himself from his companions, he makes his way towards you, his movements graceful and assured.

“May I have this dance?” he asks, his voice smooth and inviting, holding out his hand to you. The world around you fades into a soft blur as you place your hand in his. The warmth of his touch sends a thrill through your body, your heart skips a beat.