The Ramen was chuckling and grinning as the 'Mistress of the house', was making her way over to him. He always did like causing a bit of ruckus and some chaos, diverted attention from him and didn't make him as paranoid as he usually is. And it seemed other people started to join in on their free will, he didn't have to control more...which was good, more attention to get. He was even waving his hands in the air like a pseudo-composer as he manipulated the show...hell, just for the sake of Miss W'ineton, he changed the lyrics after the first verse to accommodate her, anything to make her feel more honored by this song...after all, he was trying to do a good first impression.<br/><br/>But when she came by and started talking, he let out a sigh and his grin go away as he got out of his relaxed disposition. He straightened up in his chair, put both of his feet down on the ground, summoned an ashtray onto the table by him and put out his cigar, and then canceled his spell on the crowd...most of them confused as to what exactly happened. The Ramen man licked his lips as he put out his cigar and said,"And here I thought you would appreciate the show...that song hasn't been heard of for many eons, it really is quite the classic."<br/><br/>He chuckled again as he looked to Winnie and said,"Madame W'ineton, I presume? An absolute pleasure, as you can imagine...my card." He shuffled through the insides of his dress vest and handed her a tiny piece of paper with words on it. It read as follows:<br/><br/>"Ronald 'Ron John' Johnson<br/>Exotic Bird Catcher and Dealer"<br/><br/>From the expression on her face, he looked over onto the card and frowned,"That's not right..." He reached over rubbed his thumb onto the card, the words smearing off and reforming into other words that came out as:<br/><br/>"Daniel 'Danny' Devile<br/>Message Express"<br/><br/>He sighed,"No...that's not right either." He smudged again and then grinned,"Well, that's good enough." The card then read:<br/><br/>"Dementia<br/>Overseer of Gha'mos"<br/><br/>He chuckled,"I'm not a bad connoisseur of wine, either...but I can assume you don't need to know that. On to business, I'm afraid. I'm here as a messenger from my master, essentially, to collect you, Madame. For whatever reason he has not disclosed to me, he could teach me a thing or two about paranoia, really, he has asked you by name to visit him in his palace a long ways from here...wanting your professional opinion or other about some matter." He rolled his eyes, though she probably couldn't see it under his sunglasses, but he continued,"I am tasked to give you two days of either thinking of a response or packing up to be delivered to his palace. Though, if you were to refuse, I have been ordered to bring you there by any means necessary. He<i>really</i>wants your opinion, which I find to be a...high honor, of sorts."<br/><br/>Dementia then leaned back into his chair and motioned for her to flip the card over,"If you'd like to know the master's name, it is lovely printed on the back." If she were to flip it over, she would see fancy, stylized prints and details that almost made the text unreadable...but she could still see the words:<br/><br/>"Under direct command of:<br/>The Kaiser, lord and master of this world"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>