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[color=B100de][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]Shadowell Manor: Breakfast Room (Table, windows-side, opposite fireplace) -> Music Room (Western Door)
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With maw of cursed ebony in a smile,
And in the porches of their ears did pour
The leprous distillment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of men...
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Yes, he mulled it over, staring intently at his selected slice of scrumptious sharpness of savory snack cheese. Three eyes were upon the cut wedge, turned at opposite angles to each other as both man and bird glance over the offering placed upon the fingers. A curious pair, untrusting of their host, and putting on the airs of the decision. The food laid out, would they eat it? Had not others already tasted the forbidden fruits? Two or three was it that casually slipped the seeds into their ravenous mouths not thinking of the objective of their game? How many rooms would they have prepared he wondered, as if already expecting the Ambesire already plotted to have one less. Yet there was no need for death, no the Lord of the Manor was clear. The aim was to feed one less mouth, and thus perhaps...

He brought the cheese beneath his nose, no not the long beak of a nose his mask wielded, but rather the one beneath that. A public sniff to inhale, as if to make sure there was nothing amiss about the odor before consuming. No trace of poison or lecherous intent, no trickery afoul here as the rhymer made his act. The scent, the aroma, the pleasantness of it all to mask the truth, and then just before the wicked wedge touched his opening lips he paused. Was there something he found the other had not? Either way it appeared his desire to consume the cheese was no longer. Closed his jaw and curled his lips into a slight frown of regret before sauntering over to the table to replace the very piece he snatched from the altar. Returned the cheese to its place amongst the innocent wedges, the man hastily made way around the table to leave the room and inviting food behind. Together they hurried on, following after the two already moved on, with brisk haste and feathered flaps.

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"A company and medley of melodies,
Interesting people here have come,
Should we trust fruit and cheese?
No, not I, said Master Plum."
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