Dáinn stood beside him, watching his employer chat with his guests. He inwardly scoffed. Entering several worlds always put him in odd jobs, but he never had to bring himself down to a lowly servant. His employer was any normal stuck up the ass, wealthy noble. One so greedy for wealth and women, he didn’t care what he had to do. Just as long as he got what he wanted. The man’s name was Andres Taylor; when his father died, Andres was given his father’s wine company. One that made quite an amount of money. However, it could never compare to the money made by Dáinn’s organization back on Earth. Andres sat with four other nobles, discussing crucial matters. Smoking as they talked, the room filled with the smell of weed, and women adored each man. It was unsightly to look at.

“Sir Taylor, your wine is quite astounding!” A brown-haired man stated. 

“Why, thank you, it’s one of the finest in stock,” Andres boasted. 

Andres turned back to stare at Dáinn. Dáinn watched as Andres’ face grew red and scrunched at the silence between the two. 

“What are you doing? Go grab some more!” Andres snapped.

Dáinn gave a slight bow. “I apologize, Sir Taylor, you didn't give an order.” He could hear his jaw grinding. Dáinn despised Andres, but he had to understand this world before making rash decisions.

His face grew redder before whipping his head back around. “Just shut up and go grab more.”

Forcibly, he replied, “Yes, sir.”

Dáinn exited the smoke-filled room and headed towards the wine cellar on the boat. On his way back, he paused for a few minutes. A man appeared around a corner. He had golden blonde shoulder-length hair tied up with a white ribbon. Dreary emerald eyes stood out against his blonde hair. Soft facial features gave him an ethereal look. He wore elegant clothing that screamed he was a high noble. Dáinn inwardly sighed. He had an odd feeling looking at him. It was like his presence pulled at something within him. Something he hid away for so many years. Something he so desperately created a mask to cover up. Dáinn felt his emotions welling up for the first time in a long time. He hated it; he didn’t like that man’s presence. That man drew out the sorrow and emotion he never knew.  Something kept telling him to get close, his emotions creating a storm of desire. He shook his head violently. What was he thinking!?

 He bottled up the emotions again as he watched the man and his several attendants and servants scatter, with only a few following him into the room where Andres was. Dáinn followed minutes later, mindlessly pouring more drinks, blocking out their conversations. The last thing he registered was the man's name, Keva.