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[color=Khaki][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Grand Vestibule, C7 -> Central Hall
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[color=Khaki][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 5
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Nothing that either Lord Ambesire or his servant said comforted Master Tack, but that was only on par with the rest of the business surronding this so far sinister event. He would have been stupid to expect any better, though he had hoped for it.

Tack took no issue with being granted the servants' quarters as accomodation. Again, though he would have liked nicer, he was ultimately at the Lord's mercy, and so it was an act of generosity to be given anything at all. He was content with this arrangement, though he decided he would endeavour to resolve it as soon as possible. In his eyes, he was getting a fair deal, yes, but this fair deal still was not a good one for him, just the best he could reasonably expect. Returning to more pleasant accomodation as soon as the issue of his, ah, mistake, was dealt with sounded best to him.

Apparently, someone wasn't quite as content with this arrangement as himself, though. It was fairly subtle, but Tack was stood close to Mauve and so he noticed it quite easily. That scoff, well, it was clear enough what she thought of being given the rooms they'd been given. That kind of philosophy, in which the rich despised and disassociated themselves from the poor, was one which Tack himself presently despised and had, in a way, been a victim of once. In fact, that occurence was related to why he was here, now. Regardless, he took a sudden dislike to Mauve and decided it would be best not to remain with her any longer than necessary. [color=Khaki]"You know, Mauve, you ought to be grateful for any gift you're given here. The Ambesires don't strike me as the forgiving type, so far. If you don't like this one, your next gift might be more similar to the one that poor girl on the locomotive recieved. Either way, I prefer not to associate with classists,[/color] he said, before turning and heading towards the Central Hall. He was curious about the large man and his date - at a gathering like this, there was more than one reason a person might want to be alone with another.

Tack soon discovered he and the couple weren't the only ones interested in the Central Hall. Another woman, quite slim but not short and dressed in green, was present. Tack greeted her and introduced himself, saying [color=Khaki]"Good evening, miss. My name is Master Tack. And what should I call one so pretty as yourself?"[/color]

'Pretty' was an accurate word, in Tack's opinion, and carefully chosen. She was pretty, yes, but not beautiful, not like- Well, she was pretty.