Please go to hell. You know why the contract failed, however, seeing as your memories have the same power as a bucket of horseshit, I shall endeavour to enlighten you.
As you are no doubt aware, the Comte Marcelain’s party was in honour of his son’s and daughter’s engagement to the Dulucine twins. Now, this party was a masque ball, so I decided to slip in as musician, of which there was an inordinate amount. As you are no doubt aware I have a flare for theatrics, so I decided to wear a white costume and black cloak, with a white mask with green tear tracks and horns. Such an outlandish costume brought me instantaneous attention from everyone, and it was further increased by my silverite longsword and black lute.
Now, the Lady J…Read more >