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[color=9e0b0f][b]Level[/b][/color]: 1
[color=9e0b0f][b]Day/Time[/b][/color]: Day 1
[color=9e0b0f][b]Location[/b][/color]: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
[color=9e0b0f][b]Mention[/b][/color]: The Hunter [@SuddenSardines], Samus Aran [@Lmpkio], Gordan Freeman [@Hostile], Amaterasu [@Gentlemanvaultboy]
[color=9e0b0f][b]Interaction[/b][/color]: Quina Quen [@Hylozoist]
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As expected of a cake with such elaborate decoration and delicious aroma, it was scrumptious and - pray that Claudia did not hear this - tasted a whole lot better than what his sister could ever dream of making. He made quick work of it before moving on to the platter of fruits, propping a hand upon the table's surface and resting a cheek on a closed fist. Nibbling a slice of orange - he assumed it was orange even if it was red - he slowly took the time to scan each individual. The urge to activate his Eagle Vision was nagging him ever since he walked into the room, but he manfully refrained, mainly because the telltale glow of his eyes during activation might cause the others to label him a hostile. That, and he highly doubted a Messenger sent to ensure each hero received a letter would be completely defenseless against would-be-hostiles. If the strange turtle was incapable of defending the letters it carried, then it may be time to reconsider receiving orders from their incompetent host. For now, he will allow them the benefit of doubt. 

His gaze skimmed over the large white wolf, having already seen all he needed to see. Intelligent animals were rare and cherished, and this one had a gleam of knowledge, responding to human conversation with ease and carried itself with a posture of confidence despite its friendly disposition. It wasn't just any ordinary beast, that's for sure. Someone's companion, maybe? Next were the twin Legends standing together. Gordon Freeman and Samus Aran. Probably everyone across the dimensions did if even someone like him knew them by deeds and reputation. And there was another reason for him to relax, for if they couldn't even trust their legends to be on the good side, who could they trust? Moving on from the duo, he eyed the man clad in black. Now there was an enigma. He dressed like an Assassin, with a battered trihorn hat which shadowed the top half of his face and a mask that obscured the lower. At first glance, Ezio would have pegged him a mercernary, a hired killer. But who was he to judge? Bartolomeo looked like he could slaughter your whole family just to see you cry but in reality, he was a loving husband and loyal soldier. 

Dropping his gaze back to the table, Ezio tapped a finger idly on the edge of the plate, absently wondering when the other heroes would arrive. Were they meant to sit here until the day ended? Any further questions died when a sudden ruckus occurred. Jerking his head up, Ezio watched in part amazement, part resignation and part confusion as a stocky little being with a chef's hat and pink apron zipped in and proceeded to enthusiastically dig in. The Assassin allowed himself to stare for a few heartbeat longer until the amount of food it was packing away began to make him nauseous. It figured that taking his attention off the situation was a mistake on his part. He was pretty sure he zoned out for only a couple of minutes, but that few minutes was all it took for the newest arrival to sidle up to his table. 

Turning his head, Ezio tracked its movement as it came closer. Even at this distance, he couldn't read it - he? She? From chalk-white face, long tongue and chef's attire, s/he didn't give off a threatening vibe, nor did s/he seem to radiate righteousness and justice and whatever else it was supposed heroes gave off. S/he sat down beside him without invitation, and Ezio used that time to activate his Eagle Vision for a second. A mere blink of an eye that the being could have missed, he managed to see that the being was grey. Well, blue would have been more comforting, but at least s/he did not come up red. That would have been worst. And he didn't wish to disregard his hosts' courtesy by drawing blood in their halls. 

A breadstick was held up before him, and Ezio accepted it with a slight smile, a mere upwards curl at the corner of his lips. [color=ed1c24]"Thank you, [i]mio amico[/i]. For going out of your way to give this to me. I'm Ezio. Ezio Auditore."[/color] It didn't hurt to be polite, although he was a little apprehensive in whether they would understand each other.

He paused for a moment, musing over how he could frame the question politely before deciding to be direct. [color=ed1c24]"Forgive my ignorance, but what manner of being are you? And how should I address you?"[/color]