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[color=FF66B2][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Forest: Chair 5
[color=FF66B2][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Constitution
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	A familiar rocking sensation gentled the Director into consciousness. The sharp blue eyes made their appearance from behind the lids. Still a bit hazy and unfocused the two orbs wondered around confusedly, until they finally rested on a face, obscured by a gilded domino mask, decorated with cog wheels and other bits and bobs. A set of deep, amused, mocha eyes looked out from behind the mask. Suddenly the Director realized that the familiar sensation wasn’t familiar at all and Kindle was seated in the lap of a rather burly man.

	Panic set in!

	Gone was the slow breathing of an unconscious person. Slowly, but steadily the Director began to hyperventilate and the pulse beneath the high collar of the three piece suite began to beat like crazy. The body that had laid limp in the arms of Mr. Titian was now tense like a bowstring. And just when the Director was about to burst into a flurry of punches and kicks, the blue eyes focused on the gilded mask. The Mask! The invitation. The [i]other[/i] matter! Those beastly dogs with their ugly snarls and vicious barking. It was all coming back now! [i]Ugh?! I must have lost consciousness.[/i] Director Kindle’s labored breathing quieted. The body relaxed perceptibly, but was still coiled in apprehension. [i]How mortifying![/i]

	[color=FF66B2]“Would you mind terribly puttin' me down, please?”[/color] The Director’s raspy voice inquired from behind the mask in such a polite and shaky manner, it was almost timid. [color=FF66B2]“I am ever so grateful for your assistance, however I’m quite fine now.”[/color] Kindle’s law-pitched voice was muffled further by the mask, which didn’t have a mouth slit. The Director felt slightly uncomfortable being held in the lap of a stranger like some damsel in distress and barely managed to suppress the urge to fidget. Looking about Kindle noticed everyone attending this Masquerade was milling about to seat themselves in the same contraption the giant man was sitting with his precious cargo. Namely, the Director!

	Still a bit put aback by the fainting spell Director Kindle thought it wise to wait with the assessment of each individual and their possible motives for being here. For it was not the masks they all wore for this particular event that concealed a person’s true colors. No! It was the ones people put on every day that really mattered. Weather that mask was truly you or the one you wanted people to believe was the real you. Director Kindle would need to peek behind those masks to unravel the mystery. But for now Kindle just looked expectantly at the man holding her in his lap.