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Master Tack's litle joke got very little reaction from the people he adressed. Disappointing, but fair, given the circumstances.

The gentleman who had now entered immediately interested Master Tack. Like both himself and Mauve, the lord of the manor was dressed in black and red. Tack could've sworn he could hear the twin sisters, Fate and Fortune, laughing at their little joke to his expense. Anyway, the lord seemed to have a powerful air about him, despite not having a very impressive physique or build, as though he were used to authority and knew how to command respect. Reasonably handsome, too, for someone of his age. Overall Tack had a positive but somewhat intimidated first impression of the man, and especially considering the influence this lord wielded, decided it would be best to do as he was told while he was present here.

Still, the lord's appearance was not anywhere near as interesting as the words he spoke. According to him, they had all been manipulated like marionettes by whoever had sent those invitations, and so he had made the logical decision of keeping them all here, in the aim of discovering who was behind this. And so they were trapped in Shadowell Manor, with the only way out they knew of leading to instantaneous death. Which of course, the lord reminded them of.

It was a distressing thought that so many people could have been caught in the net that the mysterious Ardad Lily had thrown. Had they all been forced here the same way he had, by blackmail? If so, how had Lily discovered so many secrets? Surely, it would require huge amounts of resources to gain access to such personal information. And clearly, the money wasn't the important part. For some reason, Ardad Lily wanted this particular band of very specific strangers all gathered at one place, in the home of Lord Ambesire. Why? Well, Master Tack wanted to know, but he didn't think he could find out alone. Cooperation would make success more likely. And so, though he did not speak a word, he nodded deeply, the slowness of the movement making it seem almost like a bow.