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Room 4

You find yourselves in a well acquainted parlor while the storm rages on outside. Mother's voice resounds from somewhere unseen.

"Dear Mother will be with you in a moment, my children. But until then, please do try to become well acquainted with one another."

[You'll find a small dance card tucked into the pocket of your outfit. It has on it a description of your role. Please refer to the DP journal for a post locked to your team with the contents of your card.]

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I suspect that's something others who know me could judge better. I don't try to be.

You strike a balance, then. I suppose that's not a bad thing.

The extremes have their uses, but balance tends to serve better, in my experience.

A sensible philosophy.

[taps his card]

You don't serve a master, do you?

Not unless you'd refer to the church as a master.

Hmm . . . a religious man. I see. Thank you.

Mmmm.

You wouldn't happen to have asked anyone else about family, would you?

[shaking head] I hadn't, no.

[nodding slowly] I see. Thank you anyway.

[inclining his head] And you too, madam.

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