<strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>The other guests were much more lively than the guards at least, but they seemed put off and merely looked at Ivette with raised eyebrows and disbelief. This strange woman that they had never met before had just barged in and started asking questions, and a concubine no less! Ewon quickly appeared, offering his apologies as he gently took the sorceress by the arm. "Ah, Lord Ren, I see you've already met the lovely lady Ivette."<br/><br/>The effete nobleman assumed a more polite reaction, now that she had been introduced. Clearly, propriety mattered over all else in these matters. Much to Ivette's dissapointment, however, the illusion soon disipated, the fountain in the center of the courtyard all that remained of the show. Now unobscured by the game, a man stood at the top of a balcony overlooking the crowd. They gathered around to hear his words.<br/><br/>"...I thank you all for coming." The man softly said. This must have been the Grand Lord Idao, but he was young and handsome, with his hair tied back into a ponytail and clad in fine jewelry and clothes befitting his noble upbringing. He spoke dispassionately, almost as if he was bored of his company already, "Lords of Dawa, I have something ...very important I must discuss with you. If you'd please join me in the museum."<br/><br/>He looked down, "As for my other guests... Please remain here. Meiyun will attend to your needs." He said, pointing towards the back of the crowd towards an armored woman, decorated like the other guards though with enough flair to indicate a position of authority.<br/><br/>The illusion quickly reappeared, obscuring the sovereign again. "I have a bad feeling about this." Ewon whispered as the other noblemen began to bid farewell to their partners.<br/><br/><strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>Dirae leaned back with a sigh, letting him move freely once more. Her voice grew impatient, "I should have known..."<br/><br/>She stepped out infront of him and walked over towards the door. The Archivist caught the glimpse of a few prying eyes and curious girls peeking from beyond the circular window of the captain's door. She elbowed it harshly, scattering them away. The pirate captain sauntered around the room, blowing out each of the candles set out to illuminate it.<br/><br/>"Alright then." She said at last when there was but one large candle remaining on the poker table. The room was dimly lit, a soft orange hue casting their shadows upon the walls.<br/><br/>"Do you watch The Games very much, Dexter?" Dirae said, standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, "I don't mean those swashbuckling ones or any of those fake battle scenes they put on to celebrate the harvest."<br/><br/>"Y'know the ones where the girls wear these real skimpy outfits? Some of them end just there, but have you ever seen the one about that rogue from Dawa who posed as a concubine for all those years? Or how about that ranger with the chains and stuff?"<br/><br/>She was referring to the games that<em>couldn't</em>be seen in public.