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[color=B100de][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]Shadowell Manor: Grand Vestibule (F4) -> Breakfast Room (Table, windows-side, opposite fireplace))
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And in the master's manor,
They'll gather for the feast
We'll stab it with their steely knives,
But who justly kills the beast?
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The silence said more than what words could. The hush that fell upon them all. Yet it was in that last quip that he found himself raising  a brow beneath his mask. No not the words of the manservant, Jasper was it the lord mentioned? Not the passing mention of some Lady who presumably attempted to join the fettered lot, but the final parting before the liege left. To have a man of his power in his pocket, would weigh more heavily than the dead girl's locket, and buy much more than just the few sera it would sell for. To rid of one more mouth to feed, the suggestion vague, the instructions lost. And if he were to win such promised gratitude, what would be the cost? And more so what could with such favour be bought?

Thus he mingled amongst the flock, flitting in as he cocked his head to his left and saw guests following after the woman with a case. They would spend the evening here together it would appear, and it was time to warm up to this potentially vile villain if indeed they were all summoned by the same Lili as he. The only loyalty he had with him was on his shoulder, the unblinking raven scanning the room and shifting itself on the padded perch. The appetizers laid out neatly on the table were inviting, refreshing if not for the fear of the lord's desire for one less mouth to feed. Certainly it was not about the money, but the did Lord care if an uninvited guest die? Or did he mean one of his own household, or holding? And would the fires before him burn the fallen bodies that would drop this fearful evening? Making his way to the table of fruit and cheese and drink to pluck a slice of cheese from the lot. Fruit in midwinter, from the larder's harvest? The beaked man thought not.