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[color=Khaki][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Grand Vestibule
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[color=Khaki][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 5
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Master Tack nodded solemnly in response to Sister Penance, nothing more. The fate of the poor girl had not been a happy one. Tack had not responded well to it at the time, and it was continuing to be a stressful subject to think about. More so because of the reactions of the people who lived and worked at the manor; from entirely stoic at best, to genuinely pleased by the result at worst, it seemed almost inhuman. Resultingly, Master Tack was not feeling very conversational. So he replied to Sister Penance, merely [color=Khaki]"Thank you."[/color]

Master Tack then overheard Jasper talking ahead of him, and couldn't help noticing that Jasper was talking [i]about[/i] him. Or, well, the uninvited guests, a group of which he was a member. Normally, Tack would have paid no attention, but there was something about the tone of Jasper's voice as he called them 'degenerates' that made Tack feel distinctly unhappy with the butler. Despite his attire, he had good reason to resent being treated as an inferior being. What's more, Jasper talked about the guests as though it were their fault that they had all been invited here, and not the work of some manipulator in the shadows who really they all ought to be working together to defeat. And to top it all off, Jasper had no right, no right at all, to complain about them when it was they who were in danger. Had they complained about him when they were told that they might be killed here? No. And yet he acted as though he was the victim here. 

Master Tack walked up behind Jasper before he began to speak. [color=Khaki]"You know what Jasper? You're right. We degenerates have imposed ourselves upon you, with our own free will and without any outside interference. It's unfortunate, really, so I suppose I'll go. Except that I can't, because I'll be shot if I try. So clearly we're to blame, not only for being here but also for staying here. And furthermore, you are in incredible danger here. We're all safe, whereas you have been the recipient of a number of vague and not-so-vague death threats from the gracious lord. What's more, you have actually witnessed a member of your troupe die, in literal cold blood, only a few minutes beforehand. So really, it's entirely correct for you to be complaining about us, and not the other way around."[/color]

Master Tack's resentment had grown into anger as he'd spoken, and his tone of voice reflected that. However, he had presented all of his main points, and so had nothing more of value to say. He stood with his arms folded and eyebrows raised, waiting for a response from Jasper.