[right][h3][b][i][color=rosybrown]𝔼nter 𝔽our π•Œnmasked 𝕄en[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=rosybrown]β‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Ž[/color][/right] Looking over from the book shelves, Carest narrowed his eyes a hair. He was a tall man but rather thin and looking almost emaciated. His large nose made his sunken features look even more so. His hands were covered in pale yellow cloth gloves as he shook his head. "No, no, you may look but no touch. Do not touch, these things are not for you, they are for the family of the house," he said motioning wildly with his hands. There was a loud ring that echoed through all the rooms of the manor. It dinged once, then twice, then three times. The servants in each room looked up but did not move from their position before turning their attention back to what they had been doing. Oliver just stood there listening to Penance and Tack speak but he didn't look in their direction. Peter went back to his position at the edge of the balcony on the second floor of the Lunar Ballroom. Carest looked over towards the door and huffed a bit as he waved his hand. "Ah, more people to shoo off," he said quickly as he stood there and looked over towards Cobalt. From the stairs on the left hand side of the central hall Jasper came down them quickly but properly. Nodding towards the two masked figures standing there conversing before walking passed them and into the Grand Vestibule to the front door. Opening it, he stepped aside and four average heighted men walked in, each of them taking off their tops hats as they entered. "Good evening gentleman, I was beginning to wonder if you would be attending," Jasper said as he closed the door to the cold air outside. They were all dressed finely and had shoulder length hair. Three hark locks and one blonde. Two had bright eyes while the other half had eyes that matched their hair. "Was there a problem sirs?" Jasper asked as he took each of their hats and gloves in turn. "Yes, well we were held up," the man with light eyes and dark hair answered. "Our accompanist could not attend this eve, we were trying to find a replacement. Unsuccessfully."