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[color=Khaki][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Grand Vestibule -> Breakfast Room
[color=Khaki][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=Khaki][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 5
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Master Tack had been feeling very confident just a moment before, utterly certain that, when made to face facts, Jasper would admit that he was wrong and that the guests were the victims here, not the criminals, and so shouldn't be mistreated. Even now, Master Tack felt that was the truth, but had only now realised that it didn't matter. It wasn't about who was right and who was wrong here, though it seemed some liked to pretend otherwise. It was about power, and the guests had none.

Jasper's response to Tack's outburst was cold and unnerving. Though Tack felt he had been quite justified with what he was saying, he knew now that he couldn't afford to do so again, at any cost; the desire for goodness and honesty had and most likely would continue to be at odds with the desire to avoid death. The way Jasper had so casually alluded to something very vague but apparently horrible that might happen to him or perhaps another guest entirely through Master Tack off; the seemingly jovial response of the blond guest, the one who had been invited, was far worse. It was one thing for the residents of the building to react casually to death on their grounds, another entirely for subsequent guests, even invited ones, to do so, since it implied they faced the same danger. On the other hand, they seemed familiar with the place, so perhaps the comparison was unfounded.

Whatever it was, Tack needed to stop drawing attention to himself, immediately.

[color=Khaki]"My apologies, Sister Penance. I'll be with you right away,"[/color] he said, following the woman in green through to the breakfast room.