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[color=Khaki][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Front of Manor -> Grand Vestibule, C7
[color=Khaki][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=Khaki][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 5
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Master Tack wordlessly followed the man's instructions. He was more than happy to come inside - like everyone else, he did not enjoy spending any more time in this unpleasant cold than necessary. Then the guns were cocked, and he felt suddenly felt an awful lot less comfortable. Tack looked over his shoulder at the guards, on edge once more and wondering what he might find inside the manor that he had to be threatened with death to stop him leaving it. He then realised that delaying was only giving the guards a reason to shoot him, and so he hurried up and followed the other guests into the manor.

Now that Master Tack was relatively isolated, and had little to occupy his thoughts with besides the bitter reminder of what kind of people he was staying in the home of just a moment ago, his thoughts went back to the unfortunate Director Kindle. It seemed like everyone else had forgotten her already, which only added to his discomfort. It could've been any of them, it could have been him, and there wouldn't have been anything anyone could have done to save that life. It felt intrinsically wrong to just ignore something like that, even if nothing could be done about it.

But regardless, he had arrived now. Hopefully there would be something more urgent, if only to occupy his thoughts with something less unsettling.

The grand vestibule was very impressive. It wasn't Tack's first time in the home of someone this wealthy (or thereabouts), but it certainly wasn't a regular occurence. He joined Mauve and her friend, standing and facing them while still looking around and admiring the room. After a moment more, he stopped and faced them both, saying [color=Khaki]"The Ambesires seem to be taking our security very seriously,"[/color] with a wry smile on his face.