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[color=c4df9b][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor:  Lunar Ballroom.
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Wisdom
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Situation really wasn't the best as they were getting it. She quirked a brow underneath the mask as the Moss man repeated her question for whatever reason with different words, but the meaning didn't seem to have shifted any. Well not her problem, she returned her gaze to the Lord as he replied to the question regarding how long it would take for the bridge to be repaired. Sadly the answer really wasn't what she had hoped to have recieved. Yeah thinking about it, it wasn't a grand surprise. Even her vague hope that the weather holds good for a few days, it would still be impossible to repair that bridge it seemed. 

	Rave then observed Moss and Penance talk about chatting with the others present. She wasn't quite sure why that seemed to be the priority for them. Finally her attention was grabbed back to the big man. He seemed like he had an idea of his own. Then suddenly he removed his mask. What he had said, tugged on her mind. It was true, they were stuck together for a long long time and not knowing even the face of the people around you was a concerning thought. If it was only for tonight, to keep the mask on and then leave, never to meet these people again, a mask would be fine, but now situation had changed. Rave then decided to follow suit, it was a good decision or at least she thought so. She reached up to her head and slowly removed the mask. Might as well do it now, hoping this will come as a gesture of honesty.[color=c4df9b]" Being masked, in the given situation, wouldn't be right... It's no longer a Masquerade..."[/color]

	Though what the Lord spoke about a common enemy was a really big issue. As she took off her mask, she wondered what whomever had orchestrated this, had in mind. Thus she tried to jog her mind as hard as she could, to recall any details about hte time when she got the invitation. Maybe there was something of use she could present?

	Her eyebrows had locked in a really thinking manner for a good few moments before she finally shook her head.[color=c4df9b]" I'm sorry, as hard as  I try to recall, nothing of use comes to mind from when I got the invitation."[/color] She apologized, feeling slightly bad about this fact.