<strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br/>Location: the theatre<br/>Tagged: Deva and Reginald<br/></strong><br/><br/>Deva came in shortly after, her erratic personality making her look like she was part of the troupe already. She was truly a force to be reckoned with, they were in a theatre in the middle of the last preparations and she was already in the center of attention.<br/><br/>The man who was staring at her mere moments ago gave her a broad smile and went about his business, while Zefiriel was still searching the place, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. On the other side of the room she could see the red curtain draped down like a velvet wall and she passed through it only to end up in front of a crowd. People filled the darkened room, most of them were waiting patiently while others were still chatting with eagerness. The curtains were raised and Zefiriel turned back to see what was happening. Where a few minutes ago there was only bustle and chaos she could see now a perfect display of order and beauty.<br/><br/>Enchanted by the loud citations and devoted dramatical gestures, she stepped back to take a closer look at the events which slowly started to unfold in front of her. At first she couldn't understand why nobody from the audience cared to help the beggar who was asking charity from the uncaring woman. Nor could she believe how still they remained when the men was clearly in need of help, their reactions being limited to sighs or gasps and laughter.<br/><br/>She felt her senses intensify at the point of something similar to anger when a men all dressed in white, wearing a porcelain mask, declared that some sort of break will take place, then a second event will begin for their entertainment.<br/><em>“If humans enjoy another’s misery this much, then there’s truly little hope for them” </em>she thought, letting her motivation on finding the sacrifice to grow stronger. Then she saw a little boy pestering his father to go and help the beggar and she drew closer to them without hesitation.<br/><br/>“You got it all wrong, Mattie” the man laughed and poked his son’s little nose with fondness “they’re just playing pretend. You know, like when you play pirates with Jack and Thomas.”<br/>Zefiriel finally grasped the meaning behind a stage play and she was glad that it happened before she would have made a fool of herself in front of her companions…<br/><br/>“Lord Antonius!” she shouted remembering that the Archangel asked her to find a good place for his quarters before the descent of his troops. The theatre was a rather impressive building, but it was already occupied by a group of people and there was no space left unused. However, she came upon a deserted house while chasing the old man on the streets and the place was far from any important market or any other place people might gather.<br/><br/>Zefiriel called upon one of the city’s guardian angels to deliver a message to Antonius. The angel knew Jeron like the palm of his hand, so there was no effort on his part to find a member of the Archangel’s troops and spread the word that Zefiriel was waiting at the local theatre.<br/>She then returned inside to watch the rest of the play when she heard someone calling “Sir Carter” with haste. Zefiriel searched the theatre until she found Deva and after circling her two or three times to get her attention, she asked her to come where the aforementioned Sir Carter was enjoying the break.<br/><br/>“Ask for the patron!” she said rather desperate and bells rang in Deva’s ears in a high tone. “When they take you to him, ask for his name and if it’s Reginald Carter tell him….tell him that someone big sent you to find him.”<br/><br/><em>At least that part of the story is true</em>Zefiriel thought as she tried in vain to push Deva forward, forgetting that it was already after sunset and she couldn't take physical form anymore.  “Tell him that you have a maid for hire!” she said hastily “you’re part of the cleaning service, so that wouldn’t count as a lie.”<br/>