[Legend]

Obsidian walked into the manor, adjusting his mask as he did so while looking around. The people around him were either eating, talking, or dancing. Those three activities were not what he felt like doing at the moment, so he sighed and walked further into the building, making his way to the edge of the ballroom. Looking up, he saw the stars through the very large skylight and narrowed his eyes. Who needed an almost entire glass ceiling anyways? Tearing his eyes away from the ceiling, he leaned back against the wall, one foot to hold him up as he watched the crowd of dancers twirl and mingle while he stayed alone in the shadows.