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	Lord Bardolf looked over towards Titian, noting the man was having none of the mask anymore. It seemed others were ready to remove theirs as well though not all as of yet. "Yes, it does seem rather ridiculous to cover ones face if you are to be here for an extended amount of time," Bardolf said as he looked down at the invitations. "Whatever plans I had for a ball this evening has been completely blown to hell and back at this point," he said in a vexed voice. It seemed that there were few thoughts on what was going on. At the mention of the word blackmail, the man looked up and over towards Moss. "Blackmail? Do I dare ask why you are being blackmailed?" he asked before waving off the thought. "You needn't answer that. To each their own, I understand the value of privacy to an extent, though that does make me ask of the rest of you. Are you all here being blackmailed?" he asked as he looked around. 

	The Maestro looked over from where he was standing with his group. "I'm not," he said frankly and Lord Bardolf nearly rolled his eyes but held them barely in place. "Since it looks like we will not be performing this evening and are as stuck here as the rest of them, what shall you have of us?" he asked and the other three with him seemed to look to the man, wondering what the answer would be. 

	"Head up to the State Room, we will join slightly for the evening meal," Bardolf said and the men nodded. Making their way out of the room and into the Starry Salon. Pinching the bridge of his nose it was more than obvious that the Lord of the Manor was getting more frustrated about these events. He had the music but no guests. At least not guests he had invited. Now he was stuck in his home with a lot of people he knew nothing of. Granted he could put them out, shove them beyond his gates and leave them to the wolves and the weather but he hadn't. It didn't mean he wouldn't eventually if they caused problems. 

	Things were quiet elsewhere it seemed. The Rocaille Room and the Trophy Room beyond that linked the Joyous corridor with the Starry Salon and would be quick and easy to traverse. Quinton was in the Breakfast Room with the [i]injured[/i] group, as was the silent man Jonas. He stopped as the small woman removed her mask and adjusted her items to better carry them. She could have asked for him to take them but she didn't. "Once you are finished, do catch up," he said in a dry voice before moving to the door way to the Grand Vestibule and standing there waiting. Jonas gave another push towards Walnut and grunted slightly, motioning for her to keep going. Quinton's head turned as he heard the door on the other side of the Grand Vestibule open. It was Jasper, walking through it and closing it behind him once he was inside the room to the far side of the Grand Vestibule. Turning his head he put his attention back on the group.