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He honestly thought this whole thing was a joke, myth, or something they told people story-wise to scare them into being shitty or something. Baron continuously tugged at the formal neckline of his outfit — [color=366563]How uncomfortable…[/color] he thought to himself as he was in one of the hallways and not in complete attendance of the gods and goddesses. ‘[color=366563]Why did I have to get picked for such a thing? Alfred was doing better than me before he hurt his damn knee…[/color]’ he barely spoke above his breath with those words while he adjusted the suit a little more to feel… comfortable? If one could even refer to this situation as comfortable. 

Clearing his throat as he walked down the hallway, he put on the black mask that was emphasized to wear and keep on at all times. This was not odd to him because he had attended plenty of formal gatherings that were masquerade themed… however, he always got to wear his knightly armor as an option. That was not an option for tonight. 

Once he felt composed and knew he had everything that he should, his sword was still strapped to his side, because he was a knight afterall. He was going to attend this event with clear indicators that he was a knight and that was his position — a protector, defender, and someone that understood leadership and knightly ways. Opening the doors and stepping into the large room, he looked around at all the hidden faces, and the ones that clearly stood out as gods and goddesses. There was a difference between the energies and how they carried themselves. 

Baron was standing tall as the doors closed behind him and his eyes scanned the room with thoughtful observation. He wasn’t sure if he should approach anyone and start a conversation or not. Would the deities take offense to that? He has never been to one of these before. Then he noticed the hooded figure that was alone, not in any serious interaction, and wearing a peculiar outfit. He decided to approach her, barely a smile, but that was his usual — he couldn’t force a big smile out unless it was genuine. ‘[color=366563]Madam,[/color]’ he bowed his head and shoulders. ‘[color=366563]I’m Knight Grand Cross —[/color]’ That’s when he stopped himself. Was he supposed to say his name at this type of event? Probably not. He chuckled slightly, ‘[color=366563]I guess I shouldn’t share my name when it’s supposed to be a ball of mystery. I hope you are finding the start of the evening to be tolerable?[/color]’ 

At most of the other masquerade balls that he had attended by nobles and other individuals in the past, he was able to introduce himself fully, but he had no idea what the rules or etiquette for this type of place would be. He doubted that it was anything different than royal events or other events of high nobility that he has been to. Plus, he was pretty sure he attended balls that were held by gods or goddesses in the past, but he was there as a knight and only a knight. Here... it was different. Almost as if he was an animal in a zoo. They were all watching and waiting to see if they could pick someone that they desired to work for them. It was a game of cat and mouse. So who would be the juiciest mice? That made his eyes scan the room before going back to the lady in front of him. 
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