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[color=Khaki][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Central Hall -> Grand Vestibule
[color=Khaki][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Charisma
[color=Khaki][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 5
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Master Tack was glad that he had not caused noteworthy offence in his little investigation. He was interested in what had happened here, of course, but it was also important to ensure that the people he interacted with did not dislike him, as this could lead to them keeping secrets or even lying to him if he was unlucky. It's always better to have someone trustworthy closeby, and in a situation where no one knows each other and secrets are the name of the hypothetical game, well, trust rapidly becomes a valuable commodity. Tack wondered what would happen to the bird-masked man speaking in rhyme he'd met on the locomotive - it seemed likely to Tack that prejudice alone could mean the death of the poet.

Anyway, Sister Penance had made a pair of suggestions, to which Tack replied [color=Khaki]"Yes, both excellent suggestions. I expect the newcomer, or newcomers, is one of the guests Lord Ambesire mentioned - that is, the ones who were invited."[/color] Tack reciprocated the Sister's smile as he continued. [color=Khaki]"Personally, I would like to find out as much as possible about the strange situation we have found ourselves in. Perhaps we can learn more from them. And certainly. I could do with a drink afterwards. You seem like good company, whether or not the others are."[/color]

Tack began to lead the way back to the Grand Vestibule when he realised something, related to his earlier thought process about trust. He came to a stop, turned to Sister Penance again, and said carefully, in a quiet but not entirely inaudible tone [color=Khaki]"We are in great danger here, no matter how much we might like to pretend we are enjoying ourselves at a regular party. There is safety in numbers. I recommend we agree to work together, share information, protect each other if need be. We will both be better off this way."[/color]

Tack was reasonably confident he would be successful in persuading Penance to work with him. He had presented the ugly truth of their situation; while this was not something she was likely to enjoy, it presented very reasonable logic for her allying with him.

He waited for an answer, then turned, adjusted his collar, and walked confidently through into the Grand Vestibule, silently taking in the scene before him.