The sun began to slip behind the horizon, leaving the sky a blazing auburn mottled with masses of purple clouds. Below, the city of Lorrim bustled with growing excitement. Merchants lined the streets, selling various baubles from Patria and Cheqez. In the harbour wafted the brightly coloured sails of mighty ships, the flags of Racria and Bal'i Hai fluttered proudly from the main masts. Atop the hill around which the city grew stood Castle Formiri, the home of the Royal family of Lorrim. About it spread its expansive estates enclose by a wall decorated in murals painted by King Vurmonnel II. The murals moved, replaying the scenes from Lorrim's history, mythological battles between heroes and horrors, and the ruling bloodline dancing in their courts.<br/><br/>Yet the murals were unwatched by the pressing crowd that waited at the gate. As the sun finally slipped from the sky, Castle Formiri erupted in a display of magical light that streamed forth from its many windows. From a central balcony that overlooked the estate the voice of King Ossriand magically resonated across the city declaring, "The annual Masquerade ball of Lorrim has begun." The gate swung open and the awaiting guests flooded in. A path, wide enough to accommodate three carriages, extended to the castle entrance. On either side of the passage branched a series of banquet tables, laden with an assortment of tarts, roasts, cakes, pies, puddings and sweetmeats. Alongside the staircase that preceded the castle entrance was an orchestra that filled the night air with a jovial tune.<br/><br/>In a castle tower watched a young woman through deep green eyes. From her perch the newly arrived guests looked like a chaotic mosaic. "No nobles would be amongst the unruly mass," she thought. She waited, staring idly out the window until she finally spied what she was waiting for. The first carriage had made its entrance. Soon diplomats and nobles will arrive. Turning away from the view she made her way to a large silver mirror. She applied a layer of silver to her lips before donning the silver butterfly mask that finished her outfit. Taking a step back she admired the silvery-white dress she had tailored for the occasion. As soon as the nobles arrived she would make her entrance. "Tonight is MY night," she whispered with a smirk.