Cassius had spent most of the party by himself, preferring to observe the party goers rather than interact with them unnecessarily. Part of this stemmed from the fact that he was unsuited to these kinds of events, the year that his parent had insisted insisted he take some extra classes, alongside his studies at university, for etiquette and other such matters that'd come in handy in social events such as this masquerade had been the year that he had enlisted and when he had returned...well, he had been more preoccupied with other matters than polishing his social skills. And so Cassius stood by himself in a corner, his face hidden behind a plain white bauta mask, his single remaining eye watching the rest of the invitees to the soiree. There were quite a few individuals that had attracted his attention like the woman in the feline mask toting a parasol and the poor man that she had focused on. He couldn't help but feel some pity for the man, it seemed that, much like Cassius, he was out of his element and the whole situation seemed more like a cat that had caught the proverbial canary rather than the typical interaction one would expect between two individuals invited to such a soiree. "[i]Albeit they have seem to find some common ground[/i]" Thought the old veteran, he hadn't heard their conversation so he couldn't help but wonder still what had caused such a commotion around them but he was still somewhat glad that things had calmed down.  

Next there seemed to be the gentlemen who spoke french and the lady who had been dancing together, he had admittedly not paid much attention to this pair in comparison to the other one though that was probably more attributed to the fact that this latter pair stood out much less. "[i]Probably because they were dancing, rather than making a commotion. Still, it was obvious that the two were talking, I wonder about what.[/i]" He thought, tapping his chin in a pensive gesture. The final pair that had caught his attention was that of the cat and the Zee captain, a pair which bizarrely enough seemed to have gone unnoticed but, then again, most people often avoided Cats in London. They were creatures full of secrets, and many helped the Duchess, and as such it was best to avoid them, lest one would like to gamble with their social standing...after all, one never knew when something said within earshot of one of the felines would resurface at a most inopportune moment. Still, the cat had seemed to go away leaving the captain alone but before he could continue his thoughts one of the Masters that had suddenly appeared spoke. 

This particular Master, Mr Spices if the avoidance that he showed to Wines -and that Mr. Wines showed in kind- was any indication, welcomed them to the masquerade before falling silent once more, a group of people, most of the individuals that had caught his attention no less, gathering around the hookah where Mr. Spices had settled. In truth the appearance of the Masters, and their cadre of special Constables, hadn't been much of a surprise for Cassius, who had suspected their involvement from the start. Still, it had surprised him somewhat when two Masters had appeared instead of one...which meant that whatever it was that had Mr. Wines and Mr. Spices working together meant that there must be some sort of interest in common despite their mutual dislike for one another. With things seemingly getting in motion with the arrival of the two Masters, Cassius made his way towards the hookah, positioning himself next to the Zee captain and foregoing a seat just like him. 

He listened as the man spoke, demanding to know what was the reason for them to be gathered together in such an event or to, at the very least, allow him to leave the premises. He could certainly empathise with the position of the man, he'd rather know the reason to why they were gathered here but he'd also like to be somewhere else than this masquerade. But still, there were opportunities to be had in such situations and the best thing to do would be to endure the tedium of the Game and try and profit as best from the current situation. "I'm not one much to talk in this situations." Started to speak Cassius, not addressing anyone in particular "But, I can't help but agree to what was said before by my fellow invitee." He said as he turned to look at the seated Master "I too would like to know what is the purpose behind this masquerade, if our host would be so gracious as to answer our question that is." Said Cassius, bowing slightly to the figure of the seated Master. Normally he would be more to the point, and if the host behind this gathering was merely another noble he'd be so, but their hosts were two Masters of the Bazaar, and Cassius preferred to be cautious when it came to them and, as such, he was more than willing to give them proper deference and hope that Mr. Spices would be gracious enough to answer their query and not have them thrown out of the party and into a cell.

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