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[h3][color=ed1c24]Libeccio Ciaossu[/color][/h3][/center]

Libe slowly awoken from her slumber dazed and confused. It's as if everything was just one huge blur. She couldn't even remember who she was or what she was doing until she opened her eyes and looked around. Then everything came back to her all at once. She was Libeccio Ciaossu. A thief. She was here to rob the mansion. She was going to pose as a maid in order to get an inside look and than... Nothing. Her head was spinning but not hurt, like she's been drugged. She checked her body but everything was in place; nothing stolen, no wounds, nothing out of the ordinary. Aside from the fact that she's sitting at a dinning table and she doesn't know how she got here.

There were other people around too. They seemed just as confused as she was. Only a few people spoke, one who was a priest and another who appeared to be the host. It was a little girl who looked almost the same age as Libe herself. From what she remembered about her research about this place, the Rivianne didn't have any daughters. Only a Mr. and Mrs. Rivianne. Than again, if her experience with nobility was any indication, there was a very real possibility that the lord of this mansion married this young girl. Libe tried not to think too hard about it. Instead she looked around the room and tried to collect some clues about the place. Aside from the guests and the host, there weren't any servants around. This place looked fairly clean for a mansion that's supposedly abandoned. There was some food on the table too, but Libe didn't trust it. Not only did it look like someone's already eaten, but Libe figured it was poisoned. If she doesn't know how she got here, she certainly wasn't going to eat anything here. Plus she didn't like the idea of guest being treated to sloppy seconds. She may have been a poor thief and orphan, but even she had standards.

Looking towards the ceiling Libe tried to get an idea of what the interior of the mansion was made out of. Materials could tell a lot about the quality and wealth of a home. Wood could be the sign of a cheap mansion or one that can afford the constant repair. Stone could be someone who liked their home sturdy, or just one who had bland taste. But if what the girl's dress showed, this mansion didn't hesitate to splurge on luxuries. Outfits like that girl's probably cost enough to buy knighthood. Libe made a mental note that perhaps she should find this girl's room and steal a few dresses. Lastly, Libe looked at the other guest. Just from their faces Libe could tell that they were in the same boat as she was. They came to the mansion, blacked out, and now arrived here. Libe really hoped that this wasn't some elaborate torture. She really, [i]really[/i] hope it wasn't.

[i][color=ed1c24]"I need to get out of here. This heist is over."[/color][/i]