[center][h3]Max Fuchs[/h3][/center]
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[indent]The good Doctor Hudson had held Maxs attention so rapt, the magician barely noticed when Lord Fowles began to speak. The floor began rumbling after the enigmatic Lords speech. "Did he say [i]The Grimtooth?[/i] Max managed to squeak out. The entire ballroom began to descend. Bottles and glasses and plates were smashing to the floor. A loud CLACKING, as if massive gears and machinery started working filled the room. The floor lurched and Maxs stomach twisted with the unnatural movement. His mind was racing in a dull, fuzzy downhill sort-of-way, certainly not helped by the wine.[/indent]

[indent][i]What the devil is a Grimtooth?[/i] Max thought. The room was definitely descending now. Max could see strata of rock and steel beams. Apparently there was a subterranean lair beneath this mansion. [i]Of course.[/i] Max thought. He looked around the room to take stock of how everyone else was reacting.[/indent]