Westheid had been so focused on his "developer's conference" the other day that quality control got a little lax. With more and more participants, it was only natural that word would get out. So much so that a curious Shamuel followed the sounds to see what was happening.
And so, she ended up wandering into the Silver Party Hall.
The innocent young girl was instantly shaken to her core, rooted to the spot as if her feet were filled with lead.
A few charming maids, already lost in a daze from the revelry, grabbed her without a second glance, intending to drag her over to join the fun.
Shamuel immediately began to struggle violently, kicking and punching.
"I came for the banquet! What do you think you're doing?!"
With a loud cry, she lunged for the door and fled in utter panic.
Ever since then, Shamuel had been avoiding Westheid. She would bolt the moment she saw him, much to Westheid's great annoyance.
