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[StrawBarrel]

"Hmmmm interesting, have tried wearing a beige sweater vest yet?" Smellinger says as his eyes scans the room.

What else does Smellinger see in the room?

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

"Hmm beige... Yes beige might work..." You see a green sweater vest fly across the room as if thrown in anger.
Smellinger notices a book case wrapping around the car wall with a desk in the center and sever storage cabinets, all of this is behind but not out of view from the divider.

"I suppose beige might have to do"
You see him begin to step out
"Oh wait in forgetting my mask" you see for a glimps a very pale hand and maybe an almost white jaw cross the divider before he turns back

[StrawBarrel]

Smellinger stands patiently for the host to come out.

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

He exits from behind the divider a moment later. You see he's wearing a purple blue and red mast that covers most of his face, his hat has a red and purple feather in it, he is wearing the beige sweater vest and is buttoning up his dress coat. He is wearing black leather gloves that tightly fit his slender hands. You can not see a single inch of his skin...... Just like the servants....
He speaks up in his raspy voice,"Have you been having a good time sir?"

[StrawBarrel]

"Yes, I have enjoyed this wonderful party so far. How have you been sir?"

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

¨I've been quite fine. Just got back a little while ago and rushed to re dress in... more suitable clothing. Have you any questions of me?¨

[StrawBarrel]

"A few, I suppose." Smellinger says "Do you have a specific name or title I should I address you by? In your notes, you usually just called yourself a friend."

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

If you feel the need you may call me lord, sir, master of the house, or just about any other title."

[StrawBarrel]

"That sounds good, sir. Now if I may ask, what exactly is your enterprise?"

((I use a lot of commas in Smellinger's dialouge.))

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

((No problem))

That is something we may discuss later, it's a rather.... Uncommon business

[StrawBarrel]

"Oh that's fine. Now for a bigger question: Why did you choose to confide with me for whatever you're planning?

((I don't think the commas are bad. I think they actually make the sentences more clear.))

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

"I needed someone who wasn't part of the usual crowed, someone who deserved a higher position, someone who was willing to take risks to get said position. You seemed the kind of person who needed it"

[StrawBarrel]

"Hmm...What do you mean by a higher position? A job in your company?"

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

"Not quite, but yes. I own a monopoly of sorts. I'm looking for individuals who are willing to work hard to get what they want. I am under the understanding that you don't want to just be another local tailor, you want to be like Berguud and sons tailors, famous beyond recognition. I can help you get there."

[StrawBarrel]

"Wow. That's a generous offer that you are giving me, sir, but..." Smellinger says as he fumbles through his coat pocket for a bit. Soon he pulls out a folded note out of his pocket and opens it very slowly.
"Well, earlier today you wrote me a note saying: 'Let me tell you that all of these people here have done gross acts of self acheivment to gain their rank, they have destroyed the lives of others and killed their friends to achieve their goals.'. Would I have to do the same, good sir?"