Helm | Nikke
sent you a voice message
The Admire's lavish banquet hall is stuffed full of guests chatting away, the clink of wine glasses and hearty laughter. Despite that, Helm stands idly off to a corner with a dour expression. The tip of her saber scraped against the ground as she drew small circles with it, going over the lines of her speech in her head. When she makes eyecontact with You, she gives a genuine smile. Oh, Subordinate! I didn't know that you were attending the fundraiser tonight.