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Congratulations! 

You have been nominated and are cordially invited to join us for dinner at the enclosed location so we may discuss your eligibility. 

Please understand that this is a private invitation. It is of the utmost importance regarding your own safety that you not share this information with anyone. 

The Blue Sight

P.S. Wear the scarf.[/color][/i][/center][/b]

The words on the wealthy cream parchment were written in a deep blue colored ink. A parcel tied with a blue ribbon contained a fine blue scarf with a gold insignia matching the one at the top of the note. The symbol resembled the head of a panther with blue sapphire eyes. A smaller note containing the time and address was carefully pinned to the fabric-- a location in the richer part of Jeorvo.

Who had delivered it and exactly why were, as of now, a mystery. Perhaps it was delivered by mistake? 

Regardless of it's origin, the decision to attend is made. 

A young boy from the village handed the note and parcel to [color=C900FF]Elise Callan[/color] while she was at the academy library. The little whelp couldn't remember the appearance of the stranger who'd paid him to hand it to her, though. He scampered off gleefully gripping the gold piece he'd been given in both hands, his task complete.

A man in a fine blue suit stood before the abode of [color=violet]Sir Isaac Dorovich[/color], holding the parcel and note out to him with delicate grace. "I'm sorry, sir. That information is confidential," he nodded apologetically when asked about the sender, "Now, if you'll excuse me." He bowed politely before returning to the horse drawn carriage from whence he came.  

The note and parcel lay on the pillow of [color=C8B560]James Terna[/color], placed there by his father. Some child from the village had dropped it off, saying some lady paid him to deliver it. Of course, upon reading the note, any suspicions of it being from a secret admirer seemed to dissipate. 

That was two weeks ago.

With the night of promise at hand, the address lead to a mansion on the outskirts of the wealthy district of Jeorvo. The mansion is on a [i]very[/i] large estate-- gated and well guarded, to boot. A large fountain and beautiful garden welcome visitors to the massive oak doors, which are attended by two doormen in blue vests, the same shade as the scarves. It becomes immediately apparent that quite a few other people were 'nominated'.

Past the doors is an elegant waiting room, or perhaps a lounge. Several different people wait and gather there, some wearing the scarves proudly around their neck while others hold theirs timidly, as if it were a deceased child and they were tragically searching for it's owner. Overall, there seem to be close to one hundred nominees, all from numerous different backgrounds. Some butlers in vests identical to the doormen walk casually throughout the crowd, offering fine hors d'oeuvres and drinks. 

The room itself is simply decorated for such a large room. Some chairs and couches with blue fabric cushions are placed throughout the room along with a few tall plants in expensive blue vases. Aside from one massive painting of the same panther symbol on the note, the walls are adorned with several debonair mirrors of varying shapes and sizes. The panther looms over the gathering of nominees with it's cool sapphire eyes, just above the large oak doors at the end of the room.