Sylas stood in the middle of a hall as a great amount of hustle and bustle was moving around him. There were workers getting things set up for tonight's festival, some were only arranging flowers, while others were building large podiums or even positioning heavy stone pillars.
When he entered this Dungeon, the last thing he expected was that he would be organizing what was essentially a grand party. He, Sylas Brown, a man who had never even seen a party invitation that he thought about accepting. And now he was in the middle of creating one.
But he honestly didn't mind it. He wondered that if in the future, if he ever settled down to become an actual City Lord, would these be the things he spent his time doing?
Honestly speaking… maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
At least that was what he thought for a few brief instances.
