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[color=39b54a][b][h2][center] Loke O’Toole [/center] [/h2][/b][/color]

Loke continued playing his violin while dancing around in the secret room.  Noticing a dark cloud that was looming above his home. The roaring of thunder could be heard in the distance. Loke’s chanting became louder, and his playing was becoming quite erratic. His chanting and playing were a chaos of noise, in an effort to drown out the thunder and rain. After a few hours, he stopped playing and put the violin back on the pedestal. His naked body was covered in sweat. He felt a bit tired and quite famished. Walking over to close the book before leaving the room. 

Washing up and getting into some comfy clothes, and sitting down on a chair with a book in one hand and some leftover scones in the other. Sitting beside him on a nearby table was a cup of green tea. Thinking to himself that he was going to have a pleasant evening. His clothed body was covered in a warm blanket. Occasionally, he covered himself when thunder struck the ground. 

[b]10:00 PM.[/b]

His good evening was interrupted when he heard a knock on his door.. Loke got dressed in casual clothes before heading over to the door. Being surprised, he saw Lady Opheila at his door. Usually, she wouldn’t be at his door so late in the evening. This must have been a dire situation. [color=39b54a]“Greetings, Lady Ophelia. What is the reason for your visit?” [/color] Loke said, feeling annoyed that his pleasant evening was interrupted.