Reginald Carter, The Sacrificial Playwright<br/>The Theatre<br/>Noelle, Baa'l<br/><br/>He watched with a certain amount of incredulity (which was hidden by the basket) as the bag of gold was produced, and subsequently, spilled. That's what happens when one overfills a bag, he decides, truly oblivious to Pachino's presence (this time, at least).<br/><br/>And, just as he was about to speak, he found his wordsmith companion joining and speaking. With a happy smile, he would nod his head. "If you'd like, you may join me at my estate for the evening. I happen to have gotten a cask of Amontillado that begs to be shared, and there's always the art of the word we love, and its infinite depths that must be plumbed." He would say, this invitation clearly only extended to Noelle.<br/><br/>He then turned his attention back to the man whom had made an offer. "While I can appreciate your desires, and am humbled by your choice with me, I must nonetheless refuse. I do not toil for money, but for the joy of writing. Besides that, my muse is a fickle creature, which can not be restrained or directed, despite my wishes. I am but an implement for my muse to make use of." Because of the manner in which he spoke, one might be hard pressed to take Reginald seriously; he always seems like that, it's the mirth in his eyes (which are presently hidden), but also the fae-like lilt in his voice. His choice in words probably adds to the foppish air he seems to cultivate.<br/><br/>"I shall bid you both a good evening, for now, as I must see to getting this garb cleaned of blood. And I believe the cleaner has some chastising to bestow upon me." He says this last bit with mock fright as he heads off to the changing room. Their is a distinct clicking sound, as of a lock, once he is on the other side of it.<br/><br/>For now, Baa'lethor and Noelle would find themselves alone, on the stage, though there's still a handful of people in the crowd, chattering amongst themselves; perhaps about the play, perhaps some complaining about general things, unaware that they will have far more to worry and complain about come the morning.