<strong>Florian Blackwood - In His Study</strong><br/><hr/><div align="center"><em>Nisi inducia frustra<br/>Without Information, All Is In Vain</em></div><br/>Florian Blackwood was in his study, a cozy but rather large room for himself. Having the curtains open to let the few rays of sun gently touch his face he was gazing into a crisp burning fireplace that had spread pleasant warmth over the room like a blanket in the morning. It was time, today would be a full moon, which signified one of the elusive Blackwood events. The name Blackwood was known and either feared or praised amongst the middle-class and everything above for reasons unknown, mostly it was because there was such a big air of mystery around Blackwood Manor...no one knew the Blackwoods personally, but the Blackwoods knew everyone it seemed. There was a saying that went around. 'You don't find what you seek in dark woods, they will find you' It did in fact, refer to the Blackwoods and their uncanny ability to know and find everyone around, yet how the Blackwoods did so was unknown to most.<br/><br/>There were a select few that were allowed to disturb Florian at this time of the day, and instinctively when he heard the wooden door of his study open he knew that it was his favorite, Amiee. As she walked over to the window to put the fresh roses there he walked over them, wearing a black shirt, and over it a sleeveless creamy buttoned-up vest that hugged his body the ray of suns making his figure a shadow against the window. With a nice pair of shoes and pants he certainly dressed the nobleman part. He gently took one of the roses and held it between thumb and index finger and took a sniff of the fresh rose, the dew still on the leaves. He gave a light smile.<strong>Exquisite...do be sure to have some of the black roses in the garden picked for tomorrow. I find that they fit the study quite well....</strong>He said, with a content smile on his soft face, putting the rose back into the vase.<br/><br/>He placed his thumb and index finger on his chin, as if lost in thought, his free hand cupping his elbow.<strong>'I have received only four letters of conformation...</strong>'' He said, pausing for a second, pondering some things.<strong>''But I have a feeling we will be expecting a few more guests...six at best.</strong>' He added, enjoying the feeling of her small shoulder rub. ''<strong>I have requested for Mister Terrance to make sure the guests are appointed to their rooms.....I shall make my appearance during brunch though when our guests will have settled in....</strong>he said. He specifically called his Butler Mister Terrance, as he had nothing but the utmost respect for him, he had served his family well, and Gabriel had been a personal help to the Blackwood family as well. He wondered what sort of events and what would happen during this week at his house.<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Troy Denton - At The Stables</strong><br/><br/>The stables were located near the mansion. A small sign at a split in the road showed that the taking the past towards the east would bring one to the Mansion, and West to the stables. . The past westward brought Troy Denton towards a rather large stable, enough to hold about fifty horses, and with a large shed for hay and the likes. Lights could be seen from afar from the shed and the stable, so someone was present. Connected to the stable was a large fenced paddock, in which currently one beautiful strong black horse was running, seemingly a wild one. The road seemed to go past the stables, bringing one to fields with forestation here and there, perfect for hunting and strolls with the horses and the likes. A man, past his fifties greeted Troy with a nod. He had a brown coat that almost touched the ground, and was a little on the short side. ''<strong>Morning ser...reckon you are ere for Master Florian's socializing event, arent'ya? Me name is Flannigan, I'm the Stable Master o'er here.</strong>'' He said, sitting on a bale of hay that was stored otuside.<br/>