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[color=Khaki][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Breakfast Room -> Music 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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[color=Khaki]"That's definitely true,"[/color] Master Tack said, nodding thoughtfully. [color=Khaki]"I've never experienced, seen, or even heard of something similar happening. Interesting perhaps falls a little short, in terms of describing this party. As for the time we have, well, we aren't figuring out much standing here talking about how much we don't know, now, are we? I recommend we continue looking around, perhaps we'll find something worthwhile."[/color]

With that, Tack set his glass down - still mostly untouched - and had been about to head out into the courtyard when he heard raised voices coming from the music room. Instead, he walked quickly over to that door, a concerned expression on his face, before looking back briefly to see whether or not Sister Penance had followed. He then opened that door to a bewildering sight: a woman in men's clothing trying to stopper the injury of the bird-masked poet who had accompanied Tack at the back of the vehicle earlier, while the inflicter of that injury seemed to be Madame Mauve, the woman whose self-importance had disgusted him once before. Tack understood that the poet was strange, but he could see little reason to hurt him - though of course, he didn't have all the information, this did little to improve his opinion of her. Either way, he'd only had a moment to take this scene in, and so he did little but stand there in shock for next moment or so.