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[color=Khaki][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] 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 smiled self-consciously, in contrast to his usual, more confident demeanour, as he nodded and said [color=Khaki]"Yes, very much so,"[/color] to Sister Penance. It was the truth; right now, he wanted something else to think about besides the mess that he'd no doubt gotten himself into. The odds were high that what he'd said in the Grand Vestibule would cost him his life, if he was right about it. if his death was inevitable, then he might as well try to have a pleasant time beforehand, if not then he still wouldn't regret some peace of mind, even if forced.

Tack had been far too serious so far today, he decided. He'd introduced himself to Penance with the intention of mutual benefit, by mutual protection. But so far he must have only been a burden and a stress to her. Really he ought to make things more comfortable for her, as he was trying to do for himself. Who knows, perhaps if they both survived this strange occurrence they'd be able to walk away calling each other friends. So he decided to start with some small talk. [color=Khaki]"This is quite the place, don't you think?"[/color] he asked Penance, tilting his head back and examining the room from where they were standing.