In the early hours of the evening, the doors of the Fountain Palace had been drawn open to allow the guests to spill inside. Once again it was time for the Hapes Consortiums annual Marauders’ Masquerade, and the necessary preparations had been made. A soft melody of jazz played throughout the halls, humming softly along with the chatter of staff and guests alike. Wreaths of assorted flowers could be located within each of the rooms, while wine and food was readily available for those desiring it.
Tonight was a night of promise; love, romance, laughter, joy, it would be filled with each. The possibilities were endless, and the night ready to be seized by those bold enough. It would be an evening to remember. At the doors any weaponry was confiscated, as was a condition of entry. It was here at the grand entryway, among the imbecilely dressed security team, where Fel’da Blaze Ston stood, waiting and ever watchful.