The Whimsical Young Master

As time passed, the hall started to become more and more lively as more and more people gathered in the hall. Aside from the extravagantly dressed ladies that looked like butterflies, there was also the occasional young nobleman. Of course, they weren't here for a bottle of perfume; they had their eyes set on the women. 

Occasionally, young woman or noblewoman would pass by Hallister, and the daring few would even give the blonde haired, blue eyed, and absurdly handsome man an enthusiastic stare. However, this time, Hallister only smiled back and did nothing else. If he weren't on a mission, Hallister would already be on his way home with a pretty lady in his arms, but since he was, he must stay focused. 

A crisp ring of a bell echoed across the hall as a young elven girl appeared behind the podium and struck the bell in her hand.