He's a quiet sort of man, and the bustle of a formal party isn't generally his style. His nights are more often spent spinning or weaving, quietly, by himself where he can be comfortable and unbothered. Sometimes, though...sometimes he feels a little lonely.
Maybe that's what made him get himself cleaned up, put on a decent suit and his nicest silk shawl, and come to the castle. He'd seen the Von Krolocks about town - a nice family, they seemed, generous and dazzling. Most of the party is people from the village anyway, people who aren't used to this, either. Still, it's overwhelming...and so there he stands, on the edge of the dancefloor, holding a glass of wine he hasn't taken a drink from yet.
When someone meets his eye, he smiles, polite and sweet...but any women who ask him to dance are gently turned down.
He sighs a little, watching the people on the dancefloor whirl around.
I am enchanted to meet you.....
He's a quiet sort of man, and the bustle of a formal party isn't generally his style. His nights are more often spent spinning or weaving, quietly, by himself where he can be comfortable and unbothered. Sometimes, though...sometimes he feels a little lonely.
Maybe that's what made him get himself cleaned up, put on a decent suit and his nicest silk shawl, and come to the castle. He'd seen the Von Krolocks about town - a nice family, they seemed, generous and dazzling. Most of the party is people from the village anyway, people who aren't used to this, either. Still, it's overwhelming...and so there he stands, on the edge of the dancefloor, holding a glass of wine he hasn't taken a drink from yet.
When someone meets his eye, he smiles, polite and sweet...but any women who ask him to dance are gently turned down.
He sighs a little, watching the people on the dancefloor whirl around.