There was a turn of the mans head as the Lord of the Manor said there were five floors to the place. Grasping the edge of the railing and looking down over it to the floor below, and then turning his head and looking up again he grinned. That was probably good information to have but after the glance he seemed to forget about it. His eyes going down again and watching over towards the stairs to where people were coming up. His eyes seemed to stay fixed on the women coming up the stairs, grinning. To himself more than to them. Though, he did notice the numbers dwindling. There were at least three, if not four, that he hadn't seen in sometime, though he couldn't fully remember how many there were to start. His eyes when they arrived had been on something else, then another thing, then, just wow. He grinned again and chuckled a bit to himself.

Hearing the door open behind him he turned around and spotted the young girl coming out of it. Turning his back to the railing he leaned against it slightly. She couldn't have been more than twenty and was tiny. What was it with all the tiny women around here? He knew he was a large man so most looked smaller than him but damn, they were tiny. She was over a foot shorter than him, and probably didn't weight a hundred pounds with all her clothing on. Emerald eyes, auburn hair tucked up. Very pretty. He liked that, but then again he did like all things beautiful, especially himself. "At this rate we may get that drink for breakfast," he said in passing, glancing back at the stair case.

As Amaranthine asked Dr. Swamp if he was holding up and needed to be seated, Walnut had to wonder what would occur if he were to die. Plum had seemingly been holding it together, so to speak, before he himself perished. There wasn't remorse or guilt associated with this line of thinking, however. No, it was more of a morbid curiosity. Would her treatment in this place change, if Dr. Swamp were to draw his last breath? Of course, she did not wish that to happen. She was firm in her conviction that Dr. Swamp was a madman and a murderer, and she hoped that it would be revealed to Amaranthine. It was nothing personal she held against the woman, but it would be satisfying all the same.

She held back a bit of a laugh at Quinton's admonishment of Swamp, asking for him to not bleed on the floor. These people didn't really care, then, what happened. They didn't care who lived and who died. In fact, she was starting to feel surprised that they were being taken to a special location at all. With the cold treatment, she would have anticipated for the servants to just send them along with the others and instruct them to deal with their injuries and grudges. Or perhaps it was more out of wanting to confirm that they would not attempt something similar on the Lord of the Manor or any of his household?

Captain Moss looked towards Titian when he answered his question and simply shook his head and let out a slight sigh, he kind of thought that was annoying and it was a question that wasn't directed towards him in the first place. He took a moment to look at Swamp and Amaranthine before slowly going up the stairs again. As he started go up the Lord of the manor answered his question, there were five floors in all which was quiet a lot for just a single person and servants living there he thought. He then made it up to the second floor landing looking over at Titian again. "Who drinks at breakfast anyway?" Captain Moss asked him looking over at the man, drinking in the morning didn't sound like a good idea for him.

Captain Moss just hoped that there weren't any other surprises and they could get a few simple drinks to relax, he then turned to look and noticed Blush again seeing that she was still alive and well is good at least. Captain Moss waited for the others to come while he took the time to look at Lord Bardolf as he pulled out a pocket watch waiting for the others to catch up. He still wasn't to sure about the man, and he felt like he had annoyed him to much now already with his questions. "The others seem to be going pretty slow, probably as slow as the weather maybe by the time they get up here it will be time for us to finally go and leave." Captain Moss said jokingly to try and lighten the mood a little bit.

Penance was not too thrilled at the thought that everyone else was effectively racing along ahead of her. It wasn't supposed to be a race or anything, so why did they feel the need to hurry along ahead of others who are falling behind? Not her fault that some people tend to rush ahead with things for no consideration for others. It was getting to be a bit on the ridiculous side in her mind, and someone had the nerve as she entered into the Central Hall to say that she should hurry along was extremely rude and she wanted to remind him of his manners and smack the man upside the head. However, she was better than that, and she should just hurry along towards the stairs to catch up.

Then she noticed that there were a few others in the room as well, though none of them seemed to be proceeding upstairs along with the others. That was a bit strange to her, and she noticed one of them wasn't exactly conversing with the other two, including a man who appeared to be injured. Since she was in the room, she might as well make the acquaintance of someone else as she passed by, and in her mind the other two appeared to be too caught up in what the other was saying. Penance walked over to where Professor Walnut was standing, and she gave her a smile. "Greetings, you appear to be a bit on the more lonely side over here by yourself. I am Sister Penance, is there anyway I might address you?" she asked her, as the woman did not seem to want to join the other two. Honestly she couldn't blame her, the other two seemed to be a bit preoccupied or whatever with really talking to each other.

So there was more waiting. Swamp could cope with waiting. He could even cope with standing, be it with a bullet in his side, though he did wish that this portion of the evening could find its inevitable conclusion so he could treat himself - or more likely, talk someone through treating him. It would be highly difficult to suture himself given the position of the wound. Ah, the limitations of the physical form, so mysterious and complex, yet possessing much more easily quantifiable limitations. No matter. Swamp would get this handled and continue with his reason for being in this place. He was fairly certain that it was the same reason, or a similar one, as the others who had formerly worn those masks. This day could have gone better. Much.

Luckily for him, the Doctor had some help, in the form of the Chanteuse. "Then I appreciate your kindness as well as the ethic that binds you to it. I also thank you for your concern, but I must insist upon staying upright as long as I am able. I fear that upon sitting, I might have difficult rising again. If you require a break until our escort gives us the go-ahead, please lead me to the banister so that I may lean against it." Sure and steady words that somehow came from Swamp, though anyone listening could tell that it was spoken through ever-growing discomfort. Such discomfort was evident as he flashed Quinton a quick but uneasy smile to his request about bleeding on the floor. He needed to fix himself, and soon.

The rest of the group hardly seemed to be in a rush, something that Cobalt found surprising, considering the situation they all found themselves in. Other than the Lord, he counted only three other guests that were either already on the landing, or on their way up the stairs. Titian of course, but then the big man was hard to miss, but the two others were more interesting. The woman was striking, but not Cobalt's type. Although if he had to hazard a guess, he didn't think that he was her's either. On the other hand, the man was slight and short, a good few inches shorter than Cobalt, and almost a child next to Titian, but he wasn't ugly. His clothes were a little unusual, but each to their own. A door opening behind him suggested that another was joining them, and Cobalt turned to see who it was, half-expecting Mauve to step through.

No, not Mauve, but Cobalt wasn't going to complain. The girl was pretty, but certainly not joining them, quickly moving down the opposite staircase towards where they had come from. A shame. Cobalt turned as Titian spoke, not surprised that the man's spirits didn't seem to have been dampened. At the very least, he seemed to share Cobalt's growing impatience. Murders and plots there might be, but it hadn't stopped people from dawdling. For now, Cobalt held his tongue, standing back slightly from the group as they waited for them to move onwards. No-one seemed to have noticed his absence, and if anyone knew more about it, they were hiding it well. Very intriguing...

Amaranthine watched as more people moved through the room and up the stairs. Taking a breath she had patience for now but she glanced towards Dr. Swamp, a bit worried if he would be able to hold up for much longer. Then someone came over. Sighing she looked at the woman, even if she wasn't speaking to her. "Um.. you might want to go, before..." she said, glancing over at Quinton who had been watching over them. The girl she was talking to had a burn on her hand. And Swamp against her had been shot. Her eyes went over towards Walnut. "Go, before you get in trouble," she said, trying to warn the girl so she didn't get hurt. Something wasn't sitting right with her, about any of this.

Looking over at Swamp as he spoke she nodded. "I understand and no, do not worry. I am in much better condition than you. If you can stand, so can I. I was not the one who was shot," she said before casting a glance towards Walnut. Adjusting slightly she kept a gentle arm around his waist, making sure to keep her hand low and her shoulder away from his wound. People were dragging feet. Turning her head towards Quinton, she tilted it back. "Please, may we continue? Others have no care and the floors will be stained if we do not soon. Should we truly wait for the rude and those that would hold up an entire group? Those that even have not enough respect for your Lord to keep him from waiting in his own home?" she said in a calm and song like voice.

Having arrived at hte second Floor Landing, Rave while not the fastest of the group, at least didn't believe she was slowying down anyone. That said she paid attention to the words of the Lord of hte Manor. 5 floors... those were more than she thought initially, but it was a good thing to remember. Though, he didn't specify if in those also counted the underground basements. Maybe they did, maybe didn't, all that was yet to become known. Hell she suspected it was going to take a while to get to see all of the building even if they were allowed to roam somewhat, which she suspected they wouldn't be after this dinner.

Then there was the woman that had appeared and then went down the other staircase towards the Central Hall. Rave wondered who that was, but wasn't really sure if it was actually her place to ask that question. If their host or hte woman herself wanted, they would have been introduced by now. Maybe they will get introduced later? After all with the weather worsening, this whole group was stuck here for the long haul. Chances were they would have to learn who was who one way or another out of sheer necessity.

In the end though, she wasn't as amused by Titian and Moss. Their joke sounding comments felt a tad too attacking for her taste. She somewhat expected this of the big man so far he had shown his was playing by his own tune and didn't seem to care about what he said since he seemed so happy all hte time, but Moss's joke came as way too tasteless. This served as a reminder that in the end, she didn't really know these people and they didn't know her. In effect they were all strangers with the exception of the Lord and his servants and family who knew each other. She sighed, smiled and then spoke out." Surely, there's not a need to actually run up the stairs to keep up, no? Some people walk faster than others, that's normal." She added in calm voice.

Things were moving slow, a bit too slow. So things changed. The Maestro smiled towards the woman on his arm and lead her through a path she had and then beyond it into the State Dining Room. The other men who were with the Maestro were already there and had seated themselves. "Shall we?" he asked before walking over to a seat and pulling out a chair for her. The others would soon to follow as things were moving along now.

Quinton looked over towards the woman speaking to Walnut and eyed her. "Move along," he said in a firm voice. He would not wait. If she didn't move he would move her himself. The Lord of the Manor moved up the stairs and through the third floor until they reached the State Dining Room. (Front State Room -> Green Drawing Room -> White Drawing Room -> Grand Corridor -> Sword Room -> Cavalier Drawing Room -> State Antechamber -> State Dining Room)

"Their lack of speed is lack of respect. There is one thing to move slowly, there is another to drag feet. I have no need for the useless," Lord Bardolf said as he moved. Coming into the dining room, he moved to the head of the table and had a seat himself. These people were becoming more and more pestering to his world and he was having none of it. From the information he had, only two were injured and even they were having to wait on people who chose to, as one person told him once, drag ass. "Have a seat," he said to the others. (Referring to anyone in play that is not Walnut, Swamp, or Amaranthine - the rest were shuffled into the State Dining Room this round.)

Once the others had moved out of the way. Quinton had the woman whom he had told to stay there have a seat and he would return, she did. Leading the way, he took Dr. Swamp, Professor Walnut, and Chanteuse Amaranthine into the Sewing Room on the second floor. (Upper Salon -> Sewing Room). Within the room was a tall woman with olive skin and green eyes sitting and tending to mending. "Rhoda, do see these three do not cause any trouble," Quinton said before shutting the door behind him and going to deal with the one that had been left behind.

The girl couldn't have been more than seventeen years old but stood at nearly six feet in height when she rose from her place. "What can I do ya fer?" she asked in a quiet voice.

(Maps have been updated in the Zeroth Post under Cartography for the second and third floors - remember, only rooms people have seen are the ones they have been in, so make no meta assumptions.)

Once they had gotten moving, the group hadn't hung around. The Lord of the Manor had led them through a string of rooms, and while Cobalt was pretty sure he could find his way back, he couldn't be totally confident. The only room that really caught his eye was one he could only describe as a room of swords. Something potentially useful to remember for the future, if nothing else. Regardless, the room they arrived into certainly didn't disappoint.

A ring of statues circled an almost outlandishly long table, seats laid out for more than two dozen diners, and Cobalt found his eyes drawn to the grand domed ceiling above. The room almost smelled like wealth, and for a moment, Cobalt's breath was taken away by the spectacle of it all. But when he did tear his attention away, he noticed that the group weren't the first to reach the room. The four musicians had already arrived, but thankfully they were sitting in silence for now. The figure that intrigued him far more, was the one that sat with them. Figure was the right word, and it took Cobalt a second to realise that she was still wearing her mask. Finally, he wasn't alone in keeping his identity hidden, although whether that would subside the side-wards glances, or only increase them, he didn't know.

Hearing the Lord's instruction to be seated, Cobalt decided that it would be a good idea to not ignore the man. Just as they were at the mercy of whoever had blown the bridge, they were at the Lord's manor so long as they were in his house, or on his grounds. Despite not relishing the idea of taking a seat, considering the chair-related incidents that had already occurred since his arrival, he moved towards the end of the table that the Lord had sat at. Not wanting to assume that other members of the household wouldn't be joining them, Cobalt paused at a seat a few places to the Lord's left, before pulling it out and sitting down, glancing back at the rest of the group as he did.

"Shit, anyone here probably," Titian chuckled towards Moss. Looking back at the crowd slowly making their way up he nodded a bit. "And it'll take them until next winter to get back down," he laughed. Sure maybe he shouldn't make a joke about the situation but he didn't care. Despite being held up and all the shit that was going down, the man was just enjoying himself. Looking over at Rave he grinned. "Oh please, I've seen cripples move faster. Man said move, his place and shit," he added before stretching his hands high above his head and giving his back a good stretch, groaning slightly before turning his attention back over towards the Lord Bardolf.

The man seemed to be ready to move. "Sweet," Titian said with a broad grin. He was perfectly fine with moving on. They had been standing there a bit and he was ready for that drink, and some food, and some drink. Heading up the stairs he followed the man through the maze of rooms, looking around as they went. Once they got into the State Dining Room he whistled slightly. It was a nice set up. And it seemed others where there before them. He remembered the four that had come in, vaguely. They were sitting with another it seemed. "Way to blend in," he said looking at the remaining masks. That was actually making them stick out more to him but hey, to each their own. Maybe they didn't want people to see their faces. Shrugging he took a seat next to Lord Bardolf on one side and then he pouted slightly. "Where's the drinks?"

"Professor Walnut," the woman replied with a slight smile, as Sister Penance asked to make her acquaintance as she passed by on the staircase. It was nice to have someone to converse with, if even for a moment. Dr. Swamp and Chanteuse Amaranthine seemed to have easily fallen into step as a duo, a pair that she doubted would pay much attention to her unless it was due to an imagined threat of violence. Of course, Amaranthine had to chase off Sister Penance before they could exchange too many words, something that irritated Walnut. She was almost certain that Amaranthine was trying to protect Penance from Walnut - and that it wasn't due to the servants. She then fought the urge to gag at Amaranthine's words about tardiness and slowness. Yes, she did not like the two she was forced to spend her time with.

Quinton then sent the woman away as well and Walnut took a slight breath. She had a slight urge to scream. Punish her, sure, but these two were sickening. Why not just shove them into a room and let them be at it alone? They were led up into the Sewing Room and she found another person there - a girl named Rhoda. She figured that Dr. Swamp would wish to be tended to first and she saw no problem with that. Perhaps Rhoda could sew Dr. Swamp and Chanteuse Amaranthine's mouths shut, that way Walnut would not have to endure any further whispering between the two of them.

"I'll allow them to speak for themselves - or each other," Walnut said, her eyes flashing towards Amaranthine and Swamp.

Blush held on to the man’s arm like her life depended on it. They brisked their way into a few rooms she recognized already until they made it to the dining room. The room itself was what one would expect a fancy dining room to look like, complete with empty glasses and plates eagerly awaiting to be used to their utmost potential. She was looking forward to it. Surely the feast that came with the room would be just as eye-catching. Rich folk did not dine on stale bread and cold soup, after all. Food was a way to broadcast wealth without explicitly stating such.

She was among the first to arrive and Maestro pulled out a chair for her, which she took quickly. “Thank you, sir.” She was about to ask when the others would come, but she was answered a few more entered the room. She noted that, while their attire remained the same, a few did not retain their masks. She and another man that had come with the party still had theirs on. One of the men even commented on it.

She couldn’t help but smile. In this situation, was it not more dangerous to have your identity out there for the rest to see? After all, they all came there under a certain pretense, had they not. “What’s a party without a mask, dear heart? I do love keeping others guessing. Kind of a hobby of mine.” She sat back in her chair, awaiting the rest so they could feast. Food led to conversation and, perhaps, answers.

"As the Chanteuse prefers," conceded Swamp, referring to her decision to remain steadying him rather than prop him upon something in the seemingly endless interim between herding the rest of the guests where the Lord of the Manor wished them. "Thank you." His words had a tinge of fatigue added to the strain present; understandable considering the injury inflicted upon him. He continued his attempts to keep as much of his own weight off of Amaranthine as we could, relying on her only as needed to climb the stairs and follow the direction of the houseman. Luckily, past the steps it was just one room up and one room over, though why he was being taken to a Sewing Room and not a proper location for the treatment of injury was beyond him. The Doctor did have to admit a sense of propriety to it, be it in an odd, vulgar sense. There was some stitching to do, after all.

As they entered the Sewing Room and Swamp caught the name of the young lady attending, his eyes searched for a place to sit. He settled upon a chair that he might be able to perch himself upon the edge of, lest his seepage of blood sully the fine upholstery thereof. "If you would please, unburden yourself of me there. Thank you again." He took note of the position of Professor Walnut and the glint of sarcasm in her words. "That is very gracious of you, Walnut. I applaud your gentility, even in these most uncertain of times."

Looking to the housemaid in the room, "Rhoda, yes? Rhoda." He cleared his throat and drew a shaky breath, expanding his lungs as best he could before exhaling slowly. "If you would please, the Professor's injuries are due to her pistol backfiring and should require but cursory treatment. Please see to her first. I offered my own assistance, but I doubt that she would be willing to accept as my own injuries are likewise due to her pistol." That, and he had zero desire to have her acting as witness to his own appointment with forceps, line, and needle. Such a compromising position, particularly when close attention must be paid to the work at hand, might lead to an opening which might be exploited by hostile parties. "Have you much experience closing skin, young Miss?" he spoke with polite inquiry.

Captain Moss looked towards Titian for a moment and shook his head slightly, sure it was a little bit mean but everyone else seemed to be moving rather slowly, then he looked towards Rave when she made her comment. He did seem to get along with her a little bit and did regret making the comment just a little bit. But He then turned around and started to make his way into the State Dining Room, and started to take in the entire room. It looked really nice as he noticed Captain Moss then walked over and then took up a seat in the middle of the table, he could see the familiar faces again from earlier as well.

He then spotted Blush once again, he wondered what she had managed to find out while being up in the upper floors for awhile now, but simply shook his head as he leaned back in the chair somewhat. Moss rubbed the back of his neck when Titian spoke up mentioning drinks and stared at him for a moment, they were guests in his house after all Moss just shook his head slightly he didn't want to annoy Lord Bardolf any further then he was right now either. Captain Moss wondered what the Lord of the Manor would tell them while they were all within the same room now.

Chanteuse Amaranthine, moved with Dr. Swamp, up the stairs and through the rooms until they reached the sewing room. Stepping with Dr. Swamp, she moved with him and let him slip out of her arms. Taking her things she set them down gently and let out a breath. Looking over towards the woman in the room she smiled slightly and gave a nod. "Yes, please, tend to the woman. I will take care of the doctor," she said, eying Walnut for a moment before she started going through what was there. At least there was cloth. Cloth was good. And water. Reaching over she picked up some linen and a cup of water as she pulled over a seat and sat down next to Dr. Swamp. Taking a deep breath she looked over to him. "Can you remove your articles or do you need assistance?" she asked.

Looking around the room slowly, this was not how she had intended on spending the evening. Then again, when she had received the so called invitation, she did not know what to expect. It scared her, to think what it might mean. It scared her coming to this place. Seeing the blood when she arrived. Seeing a dead man on the ground when she got to the music room. And now, here she was, her attire covered in the blood of another, someone she didn't know, and with another that had shot him. He had killed someone, she had attempted to kill someone, and apparently the man he had killed had killed another. Who knew her life before this was so simple but compared to this, most things were. Looking back towards Dr. Swamp she pushed her hair out of her face. "Do you wish for some help?"

She gave the woman a smile again, before she hurried along after everyone else. Penance did hate to be in a bit of a rush, but there was nothing that could really be done about it, she didn't want to keep anyone else waiting that much was for sure. Hurrying along, she eventually caught up to just about everyone else, a bit disheartened at the idea of basically rushing off on the other woman that she had seen in the Central Hall, but nothing could really be done. She obviously wasn't heading to the same place as she was, so it couldn't be helped at all, she'd have to see about talking to the woman, Walnut she had called herself, at some later time.

Entering the dining room, after catching up a little bit with everyone else, she glanced around the room to see a few of the others who were there. She seemed to have been the main straggler who had fallen behind, but it wasn't exactly her fault for that in her opinion. She saw a few of those that she didn't really deem to be too necessary in her mind, or at least not worth the time to talk to, and saw those that she had conversed with before. Deciding that it was better to stay near those that she was used to, she took a place closer to where Captain Moss was. She left a place in between them though, so if someone wanted to take a seat between them that they could. She mainly just wanted to stay near enough so that she could converse with him if the need arose.

Prima Rave shut up as they continued to move forward. It seemed the Lord was not pleased at all that some people were being slow about it. She couldn't change his opinion, nor she wanted to. Still she didn't really believe they were malicious about it, but nothing to be done. Sure enough they continued walking ever forward... or rather upwards until the third floor. From there they took a little unexpected to her detour to what felt one of the building's wings, passing through a few rooms and a long corridor because there was no direct access from the stairs to the dining room it seemed. She tried to pay good attention through the rooms they passed through. From what seh could vaguely see, the rooms mirrored shapewise the first floor wing they were at more or less. Until they were finally at the State Dining Room where the lord told them to take their seats.

Rave took note of where people were sitting already and decided to sit on the side facing Moss for no perticular reason. She chose a seat that was not sitting right by someone else and was some seats away from the Lord. She didn't feel comfortable sitting too close to him in the end. Still by the looks of it there were easily more than enough seats for everyone that had arrived with them. She pulled a seat and sat down, without wasting too much time. Well she was glad about how things turned out. At least tonight they'd have shelter and they wouldn't go to sleep on empty stomachs. She supposed the word felt it would be a complete waste to not use the food that probably was already prepared to what could be referred as the real guests that were supposed to arrive.

She then took a good look at the setup at the tables. It was incredibly majestic looking, From the tablecloth to the plates and everything else was incredibly majestic looking. She almost felt like in a dream. These were things that most people out there would never experience even once in a lifetime. If there was just a single thing she wasn't as keen on, it was all the statues that were lining the circular walls of this Dining Room. She wondered how people liked having so many statues in a single room. Now though, all that was left was for hte Lord to give his permission to start the dinner, she wasn't going to touch a thing before the lord did or he told them they could start.

Now that everyone was in the State Dining Room, well those that would be joining them this evening that were part of the uninvited, Lord Bardolf looked around and picked up a small bell from the table. Ringing it Jasper appeared coming in the door and nodded. Walking over to one of the walls and pushing back a long curtain that one might have thought covered a window to keep the cold air from the outside from cooling the room. What was revealed behind the heavy looked to be nothing at first until Jasper pressed on the wood and it released. Pulling it back like a door it revealed a dumbwaiter of sorts. Lifting from below it, a long table came out attached to the wall just even with it. Slowly with the turn of a brass knob warm and steaming trays began to come out of it as three woman came into the room. (Rosemary, Blythe, and Dianne - refer to their descriptions in the CS tab under Female Servants.)

The women began to move the trays from the table against the dumbwaiter over to the main table, laying them out in open spots on the table. Once everything was laid out, Jasper began to pour wine into the glasses. Lord Bardolf just looked over towards Titian slightly. "Here," he said motioning to the now filled glasses.

"Would anyone wish for something stronger?" Jasper asked as he stood there. The Lord Bardolf nodded and Jasper did not ask what the Lord of the Manor wanted, he just knew. Over at the door to the room, a pale woman peeked into the room. "Will you be joining us My Lady?" Jasper asked as he spotted her. She didn't say anything, simply looking over towards Lord Bardolf. He nodded, with a bit of a huff. "I shall lower the lights," he said turning and moving over to the door, a small switch caused the gas filled lights to dim down. Once the lighting in the room was cut in half the woman came into the room and smiled slightly, looking a little nervous but happy to be part of the group.

"Evening," she said in a bird like voice as she walked by the people and took a seat open that was closest to her father. "Hello," she added as she picked up a linen napkin and sat it in her lap. Jasper looked gruff for a moment but then smiled at her and went to fill another glass of wine.

Rhoda looked over to Professor Walnut and nodded a bit but it seemed the other two wanted her to tend to the blonde woman first. "Here, have a seat, and let's take a look at it," she said as she motioned to a stool. Gathering some water and linen's from a table against the wall. The woman shook her head slightly. "No Sir, not unless you mean by leathers to which I have ample," she said before shrugging and turning back around. Walking over towards Walnut and motioning for the woman to give her the damaged hand. "If you would, allow me," she said in a very quiet voice, her voice didn't seem to match the statuesque of her body.

Titian looked towards Blush and grinned broadly at her words. Chuckling slightly as he spoke. "I have to wonder what other hobbies you have, besides hiding what I can only imagine is a lovely face. Mores the pity, we could use more beauty in this world." There was a slight wink from the man as he leaned back in the chair. He would have said more but his attention was diverted, like a child seeing a butterfly fly past, as Jasper came in and the whole wall, meal coming out of the wall thing happened. Leaning forward slightly he watched as his head tilted to the side some what. "Well I'll be fucking damned, now that is a fucking sweet sweet Bardolf! Nice!" he exclaimed.

Watching as the food was brought over he licked his lips. Oh yeah, food. But what about them drinks? That question was finally answered as Jasper began filling the wine. He wanted something strong but didn't seem like he would be getting it. Oh sweet, wrong again. Jasper was asking. "Hell yeah, something dark and smooth," he said towards the man. He was waiting but it seemed like he would be waiting longer as another came into the room. The woman almost looked like a ghost. He had seen pale in his life, but nothing like this. Slowly he stood up and grinned towards her. "Well hello to you," he said with his seemingly ever present broad grin. Sitting down as she did.

"Please tell me where you came from," he said as he leaned back in his seat and watched her. The woman was pure white, this was new. And her eyes, what the hell was that about, they were purple? "Where did you find this creature? he asked as he looked to Lord Bardolf.