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Nova blinked, "I didn't mean-- Wait, did you say Cyndaran masquerade?" The elf woman groaned internally. Nothing was more infuriating than aristocrats mocking the lower class, especially ones they regularly kidnapped and enslaved. "Fuuunnn.""I'm curious as well." Gideon replied. "I suppose we'll know just what sort of cards we have once my friends come back from their little jaunt to the docks."
Gideon raised an eyebrow at Nova. "We're not looking to ruin the party. Its not even Evereach's ball, but it is for them. All we need is a few uninterrupted minutes with the heads sans Evereach. That will be a feat in itself, because the Evereach representitive attending is Captain Lassard. A more ruthless soul you're not likely to meet."
Lohrithe brought up an excellent point and the smile that appeared on Gideon's face was close to glee.
"That my friend is the most entertaining piece of information I have gathered yet. It's a masquerade for starters, and the nobles will be using their best glamourists to make their costumes for a very special theme. That theme...is Cyndara. You'll find every skin colour under the sun. Horns, tails. I've seen some of the costume pieces--it's good to have friends in the textile business--Even Desrick won't stand out, we just need to fit you all with the proper ball attire, and masks of course."
When Gideon marked the arrival of the crew sent to investigate, Nova followed him out of the room and approached her new teammates. A gaggle of misfits, indeed. Reminded her of her scouting party with the Band. She listened as to what they had to say, both hands curiously placed on her hips. So the mission was a success, that was good to hear. So why did everyone look so.. uncomfortable? Just as she opened her mouth to ask such a question, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. An undoubtedly cute woman was staring her down. Nova locked eyes with her and tilted her head back slightly, her expression an odd mixture of curiosity and authority. Though, not wanting to interrupt the other's conversation, she offered nothing more than a sly wink.
Trileon smiled brightly when Mari collapsed into the arms of her father. A touching sight such as this was worth the stressfull endeavors of rescuing the prisoners. But, like some of the others, she had a look of worry plastered all over her face, and when Gideon questioned what happened, she spoke softly, "This man you wish to expose-- Lassard. He was there."
To this, Nova seemed to perk up. Now things were getting interesting.
"Lassard? As in, Captain Lassard?"
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