I was genuinely surprised when the man in the black suit addressed us so politely. It seemed we had finally reached a premium tier of enemies.
I cleared my throat, straightening my posture to match his professional tone. "Which invitations are you referring to?"
The ten guards exchanged glances. If you're wondering how I noticed that despite their dark sunglasses, it was because their heads physically snapped toward one another in shock.
"I am talking about your festival invitations, sir. Are you not here for the Yesterdayland music festival?"
Ah, I remembered reading about something like this before I died. It was a famous annual music festival that mailed its tickets to attendees in fancy, decorated boxes. The name was slightly different in my world, but that didn't matter now.
Clearly, the quests were tied to this place. I wondered if we could bluff our way in without a fight. There was only one way to find out, so I maintained my refined persona.
