<div align="center"><strong>A Masquerade Party on Osiris ~ Around 3 and a half years ago</strong><br/>(Thalia and Samson "meet" for the first time)</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/b4/Samson.jpg/397px-Samson.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://images.amcnetworks.com/amctv.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/tu-s1-judge-590.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><em>Governor of Osris<br/>Richard Vanderbuilt</em></div> </div><br/>Richard overlooked the man's tone, he knew first hand what drawing blood could do to a man's senses and etiquette. The ending was rather gruesome, but his guests had been entertained and he had enjoyed the spectacle. Dale Silver, only son of Gregory Silver, lay dead on his lawn. A young man with a bright future but his own pride had sealed his fate. His father would need to produce a new heir or find new partners to run his large company once he retired. The old snake within him smirked while his face remained emotionless. Samson Castle,had unknowingly created up a potential opportunity for him .<br/><br/>"It is the only thing that separates us from beasts." Richard declared. "Swords?" Samson asked, the corner of Richard's lips tightened. "No Mr. Castle, the law." The man responded calmly, careful not to respond to Castle angrily. He could see why Dale had been worked up to a froth, this man just had a manner to him. "You keep your law, I'll stick to my sword." Samson replied, Richard found himself laughing. "You West Point boys are all the same, fine swordsmen, bad politicians."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/77c787da020f12e64aa9e37abe9f7a9e/tumblr_mo05rqinv71rcy33to1_500.jpg)<br/>"Lilith" <br/><del>Heart breaker</del><br/>Ship Thief <br/></div>"We don't gain a taste for lies." Samson concluded, holding his hand out to the man who promptly shook it. "A good day to you Mr. Vanderbilt, its been a pleasure. Lovely party you have here."<br/><br/>Richard turned to address his guests, smiling and lying like the well trained opportunist he was. "My dear friends, may we return inside an toast Dale Silver, a fine young man who died honorably. No one would be able to say Richard had not paid his respects.<br/><br/>Samson began to walk off, his linen shirt soaked through, his hand still keeping pressure on the wound. Dale Silver would leave his mark on Castle in the form of a scar, a cowards move that could have resulted in his own head off his shoulders.  He needed a medic bad, his contact, the lady in green lace forgotten. No job was worth losing his life, ironic he had just accepted a duel that only would have ended in it. His vision was blurring, he was reaching for his com, call in Santiago for help but he found himself stumbling instead. His fall to the lawn was prevented by a young woman, dressed in green. "Hello Samson Castle, my name is Lilith..." He heard her say, the mask atop her head was green and lacy, buried in her mane of red curls. "Sure know how to make a man wait..." Samson said weakly, losing track at what point he lost consciousnesses.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>-End Scene- </em></div>