<strong>Location:</strong>The Thorn & Talon, "The Chapel"<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybody!<br/><br/><hr/>Balt was immediately greeted with a meaty paw slapping him across the back as he was joined at the table by a hulking, ursine figured dressed in robes of black and purple. His hood was down, atop his head he wore a blood-red toque.<strong>"Don't think I didn't hear you speculating on my untimely demise,"</strong>he said, followed by a hearty laugh.<strong>"Unfortunately <em>some people</em> don't think a poisoned banquet is appropriate victuals for an assassins' soirée."</strong>The bear-man cast a sour glance at a raven-haired woman who had recently joined the party, moving about the courtyard with utmost poise and clutching an enormous black pearl with her immaculately manicured fingers.<br/><br/>Boris the Baker was one of the few personalities in the guild capable of matching Baltharius in volume and sheer energy, though only when speaking. His skills as an assassin were merely good, but his talents as a baker were legendary, and when one make<em>vatrushka</em>capable of killing a person through sheer blissful flavor alone, one didn't need to bother with conventional methods of lethality. Now he served as the guild's quartermaster.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>The woman he had indicated was the guildmaster's secretary, Dahlia Darktallow. She was tall, a little over six feet not counting her boots, and gave off an air of reserve and dominance that stood in stark contrast to Boris' gregarious demeanor.  She wore more jewelry and accessories than actual cloth in her outfit.<br/><br/>Presently she was drawn to the commotion of breaking glass and approached Vulra and The Lady. "I overheard. Seems you have a problem. You'll have to crush these wayward assets of yours with expedience. Our guild's activities in the near future will not be able to afford much to distractions."<br/><br/><br/>--<br/><br/><br/>On the far side of the yard where a stage and podium had been placed, the Stiletto Queen finally made her appearance. She wore a hood and veil that covered the lower half of her face and spilled down across her collarbone. While the Queen freely mingled with the rank and file of the her guild and often used the guild's public baths, no one had ever seen her face uncovered. For his occasion she wore a red dress that jangled with shimmering sequins, and displayed an impressive array of daggers in golden sheaths.<br/><br/>The chatter in the room quieted as she motioned that she was about to speak. Her voice was rich and strong.<br/><br/><strong>"Greetings, my colleagues in death. I trust you are all enjoying yourselves. We celebrate the hard work of those individuals who now wear the badge of elite assassins. But they do not represent simply a new crop in the fields of entropy we strive to sow. In recent years our organization has expanded its influence and our numbers have swelled. Now we have more highly skilled agents than we ever thought imaginable, and the assassins gathered here today represent a new pinnacle of power and potential for the Choir.<br/><br/>To the new elites, I ask that you would begin to finish partaking of the festivities... at your leisure, of course, you've earned it... and make your way to the adjacent meeting chamber. We will be having a special council to discuss the future of our brotherhood, and you will each have a say in the direction our activities will take. With that, I bid the rest of you a good night."</strong><br/><br/>She gave a bow and then made her way through the doors behind her, to wait in the council chamber for the others to join her.<br/>