As he ventured the mansion, helping the guests settle into the dozens of available rooms set up for such occasions, he was intercepted while walking the west halls.
"Lord Schoeller…!"
"Mister, err…Lord, sir!"
Blocking his way, a group of girls, ranging from his young teens to adolescence, called out.
"Err, can I help you with anything?" He asked with a smile.
In each of their hands, he noticed either journals or single pieces of paper, all of which were held out to him with quills.
"Ah?" He watched.
The foremost girl shyly shut her eyes, spitting out what was on her mind, "Pl…please sign this, Lord Schoeller, sir!" She requested as her blonde curls bounced.
"Wait, you all want…autographs?" He looked around at the unexpected gathering. "From me?"
While he was rather integrated into his position, finding himself on the receiving end of adoration from cute girls wasn't an aspect he was used to.
"You're the Golden Hero of Newfard!"
"Prince Leon!"
"Ogre Slayer!"
