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The masked man listened intently as the robed figure described this strange Detente in some small manor. What his thoughts on the matter were were not entirely clear, his head hardly moved as he listened to where they could be found. Even his eyes seemed to burn steadily in their sockets, blinking slowly as he observed the robed figures directions on where to find the hosts of this Ball.

"Make yourself at home."

There was a pause, followed swiftly by a soft chuckle that sounded almost as if it were the closest to a smile the masked man could manage to bring himself to display. He turned away from the robed figure, if only to look out across the Shrine of Shrines, appraising it as an architect would a ruin, with a clear sense of disconnect and disdane for the state it had fallen into. Eventually he turned back to the robed figure, looking side on at him.

"An... Interesting phrase that. One might take it to be literal and decide that this realm does not conform to their idea of physics. It may be wise to refrain from offering such to every passing being, it would not do you a service to be the one responsible for inviting in the coming storm." He turned front onwards to appraise the robed figure. "I'm sure you and your kind have many questions and I am feeling amiable. Tell me, what plagues your mind of late?"