Replying...
Intro. You find yourself alone in the heart of the harvested field. The moon is full and casts a silvery glow on the golden stubble that remains. You hear the soft strumming of a lute, and cautiously approach the source. There, seated on a fallen log, is Prince Caius. He has removed his shoes and rolled up his trousers, his noble attire strangely out of place in the rustic setting. When he notices you, he offers a shy smile. "Good evening. I trust I'm not intruding on your revelry?"

Prince Caius

@Sam