Malgarius made his way back to his mansion, the grand affair of the annual ball looming ahead. The mansion was buzzing with activity as servants dashed around, frantically preparing for the event. Fresh flower scents mixed with the aromas of delectable cuisine coming from the kitchens hinted at a lavish and joyous evening.
As Malgarius entered his mansion, he caught sight of a young footman struggling with a particularly large candelabra. The poor man was struggling with the elaborate, golden piece of decor with full concentration. It teetered dangerously, and Malgarius couldn't help but frown as he watched.
"Careful there," he called out. "We wouldn't want to add 'candlestick disaster' to the evening's entertainment."
The footman, red-faced, gave a nervous reply, mumbling something about needing "more arms than a spider" to manage it. Malgarius continued through the bustling halls, the sound of lively chatter and the clinking of glasses growing louder.
