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[color=Khaki][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Breakfast Room
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Master Tack sighed inwardly at Sister Penance's comments on the room. Wealth influenced one's perspective on wonders such as this, and while he, as has been said, saw it as a wonder, Penance saw it as a 'nice little room'. He didn't hold it against her, as one could hardly decide their own upbringing, but it still stung a little to be reminded that what for one person was common and drab was for another the most incredible experience of a lifetime. Did equally virtuous people not deserve equally happy lives? He was no scholar, but this seemed simple enough to him.

Still, he'd been asked a question, and he ought to respond, rather than stand there dumbly philosophising. [color=Khaki]"Oh, beyond interesting. I'll admit I don't have much to compare it to, but it's clear enough to me that someone is behind all this. Which raises the question: why would anyone want us - who, to my knowledge, are nothing but strangers to each other - all gathered in one place, and what's more, in the house of the Ambesires? [i]Someone[/i] invited us here, though I can't fathom their motives."[/color]

Tack also noticed that Sister Penance was about to start her second drink. He himself, not a heavy drinker by a long shot, had barely touched his first. He hoped that Penance did not take this too much farther; he had a feeling they would need to be at their sharpest over the next few hours, and he couldn't imagine getting much use out of an inebriated ally. Besides, people who drink excessively were simply repulsive.