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[color=Khaki][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor, Chair 14
[color=Khaki][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=Khaki][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 5
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The unnatural silence that usually blanketed Shadowell Forest was broken all around Master Tack as he rode forwards. At a full gallop on his horse, with a constant, rhythmic [i]thump-thump, thump-thump[/i] ringing out as hooves hammered into the road, hardened in these wintery conditions. The cold air pulled at his skin in the few places it was exposed, and stung his face. Certainly, he shouldn't be travelling this quickly, or at least shouldn't have needed to. Tack had come maybe a third of the way before realising he didn't have his invitation, and so ensued a rush home to retrieve the vital document, and a greater rush still to ensure he arrived on time - which, currently, was failing, but at least not by much. He'd be late, but maybe not so late so as to miss his chance at the Masquerade.

Tack continued to ride, and soon enough the manor was faintly visible through the fog. He couldn't make out details yet, but there was a faint orange glow coming from that direction. He drew his horse to a stop carefully, so that it wouldn't slip, and looked carefully at the light, one hand on his chin, thumb shaking slightly. It was probably safe, right? And if not, he was a long way away. He could always turn around, couldn't he? Anyway, there were other possible explanations. Gas lights made the most sense, yes, that would probably be it. With the days so short and the light already fading, the owners would want their property to be well-lit. That must be it.

Master Tack arrived at the gates shortly afterwards. His horse had barely stopped when he jumped out of the saddle, hitting the ground noisily. Handing off the reins to whoever came to take his horse, he immediately hurried forwards to the gate, procurring his invitation and rapidly saying [color=Khaki]"Terribly sorry, I was delayed, I left-"[/color] before cutting himself off as he realised that the gatekeeper (Leo, though Tack did not know his name) probably did not care [i]why[/i] he was late so much as the simple [i]fact[/i] that he was late. [color=Khaki]"Well,"[/color] he said, [color=Khaki]"I'm here now."[/color]

After being let through the gate, Master Tack would then immediately head towards the strange vehicle, assuming nothing would happen to prevent this. Seeing two seats free and someone else being invited to one of them already, he would make his way to the other seat, between Miss Creme and Master Plum, giving an acknowledging nod to anyone who seemed to pay him any particular attention, but not yet saying anything.