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	The glass of water that was requested was ignored. It wasn't as if they were going to keep the rest of the guests there to rush back to the very manor they were about to be taken to just to bring back a glass of water. It would take twice as long to get the glass of water as it would to get them to the manor. From the look of things, everyone was seated and ready and there was nothing holding them back now. The newest arrival was there and it was time to head out. 

	Yet that would have to wait a moment. It seemed that one would not be joining them. He had moved away from Chair 11 before and had not yet taken a seat back now that the chairs had transformed into a long bench. Moving he had a word with Cassius quietly. Cassius rose a brow but shrugged and had the gate opened. He left quickly and without another word. Taking a moment to wait for the gate to be locked once again Cassius turned his attention over to Owen. 

	"Owen," Cassius said from the back of his horse. The man nodded and the engine sped up. The machine started going in reverse, pushing the line of what was once chairs backwards and down the long path that was lined on each side with thick trees. It was impossible to see past them considering there was no more day light and the evening light was even darker than normal as clouds were covering the sky above. The machine ran smoothly over the tracks and slowly the large manor came into view. The guards riding along side it with the dogs jogging along with them. 

	It was quite the sight. Old, made of gray marble and stone. An imposing looking structure, it was nearly two wide at the front and stood nearly fifty feet tall with rows of windows lit up from behind thin curtains. At the top of the stairs that lead to the front door stood a tall thin man with slicked back salt and pepper hair in an ornately designed suit. His pasty skin enhanced with the back lighting from the lanterns on either side of the door behind him. On the balcony above him stood a tiny sight all of white. Hair, skin, clothing, mask, and little wings. It watched from above at the train as it stopped. 

	"Welcome to Ambeshire Manor. The Lord of the manor wishes to speak to you," the man said as he seemed to stare them down from his position above them.