Amber Mist became quickly flustered, to put it mildly, when he found himself beset by a trio of women of incomparable beauty vying for his attention- even Orchid threw him a flirty wink and smile as she watched the show, beaming proudly. His face was beet red as his mouth stammered, and he ran his hand nervously over his shoulder-length mane of auburn hair, his feet shuffling over the intricate pattern of the carpet, unsure of which call to answer first. Nonetheless, he managed to maintain a semblance of composure in spite of the growing bulge in his pants, and turned to face the androgynous being that had crept up behind him, whispering in his ear and caressing his hair, making a thrill run down his spine. "I, ah... Nothing would please me more than making you happy, milady, but I'm afraid I can't. There's an important delivery from Great Forks coming late, and I have to wait for it all night. If you still wish it I can deliver our best Merlot to your room, but I can't stay."<br/><br/>He turned again, toward the gorgeous woman whose succulent flesh was painted gold, bowing politely even as his eyes feasted on her body. "We just got a delivery from Greenhaven today, miss, so I can promise your juice will be the finest you've ever had." He said with a wide smile, before reluctantly parting his eyes away from Shine, and memorizing the Dynast's order of fine ale.<br/><br/>Finally, he turned to the delightful lady who kissed and still held his hand, leaving the best for last. Bright baby blue eyes met her own passionate ones as he knelt in front of her, so their faces were level. "I'm sorry for the delay. I promise you, I could never refuse such a beautiful woman. The honor is mine, milady." He responded, with only a small waver in his voice to betray his nerves. Closing the gap between their bodies, he pressed his lips against hers. His kiss was inexperienced, but nonetheless driven by a passion that had been ignited by the fiery Fae, not that Amber had any idea about that.<br/><br/>When their embrace ended, the milky chocolate-skinned handsome lad rose, still blushing as he stepped back, bowing politely to the room at large with everyone's orders in mind, and took his leave.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Widow</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: Amber Mist rolled: 11d10<br/>First Target Number: 7<br/>Second Target Number: 10<br/>Comment: Charisma 3 + Presence 3 + Specialty 3 + 2 stunt to appease Widow so she doesn't feel disappointed.<br/>Result: 10, 10, 8, 3, 4, 2, 9, 10, 10, 4, 10,<br/>For: 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0,<br/>Total: 12<br/><br/>Your MDV is 6, +3 for the Appearance difference makes 9. Looks like our boy beat your MDV, unless you have some trick up your sleeve. You could always spend one point of WP to resist, but it'd be a shame after little Amber just rolled so well for a mortal.</div></div><br/>----------------------------------<br/><br/>As Amber dealt with his many suitors and left, the gorgeous blonde host listened intently to everyone else's discussion of her reveal. Finally, Infinite Sky hit the nail on the head, and Orchid raised her hand to stymie the talking. "I'm afraid I must apologize to all of you. I already knew who is behind this, but I felt I had to test your deductive skills." She explained apologetically to the group, her expression showing a small measure of worry. "If it's any consolation, you passed with flying colors. Infinite Sky is right: the Mask of Winters is the mastermind of these events."<br/><br/>"The new Treaty for the formation of a more cooperative Scavenger Lands is a very desirable thing for everyone, of course, but the Mask of Winters wishes to push this to the extreme. He wants to panic the Confederation of Rivers into creating a united Scavenger Nation, a world power to challenge the Realm. The Realm will not allow this. His agents are already on the Blessed Isle, ensuring the Scarlet Dynasty's paranoia remains at its peak and ready to boil over. Meanwhile, other agents intend to stage more attacks against other nations of the Scavenger Lands and blame them on the Realm. Finally, some of his best saboteurs insinuate themselves into kingly courts and ambassadorial delegations, to ensure when the Council of the Concordat meets, they'll reach the agreement he desires."<br/><br/>"If the Scavenger Nation is formed, then the Ambassador of Thorns will of course oppose the motion and sever all ties with the Confederation when it happens, to keep up appearances. But the Mask has cast his net wide, and he possesses the resources to see his plans succeed, unless we stop it. The Blessed Isle is too far away, and it's too dangerous for me to send you in good conscience. But if we can foil the Mask's plans here in the East, we will prevent him from achieving his goal. This is why I've gathered you all here. To stop the Mask of Winters, save innocent lives that would otherwise be destroyed if it came to all-out war, and allow matters to proceed in their natural course." Orchid gave a long sigh as she finished her speech, staring at the group gravely, waiting to hear their say.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sky</div><div class="spoiler_body">Surprisingly enough, you detect no lies or half-truths in the bombshell Orchid just dropped on you.</div></div>