A Ballroom

A Spacious Ballroom.

Polished marble floors host a large dance floor, for balls and other events. The ceiling is marked by a huge stained glass window while the walls are laden with intricate ornamentation. The air vibrates with the sounds of string instruments beckoning you to head their call and dance. To the west a large door opens upon the main entry to the manor.
[ obvious exits: W]

A man dressed in flashy attire is standing here.
A young woman is here, ready to cater to your every need.

The master of ceremonies says 'Good evening and welcome. The games are now getting set to begin!'

The master of ceremonies says,'For those of you who have not been to the manor before tonight, you might notice that Lady Innloine has been very well traveled. Each of the rooms in her manor have been based on a place in the world. If you can be the first to tell me which location a room you'll be able to spin the wheel of mystery.'

The master of ceremonies says with a wink,'There is no telling what, or who, you might end up with.'

A swaying woman peers around the room from a doorway. "My kingdom for a drink! and the number is 7!"

A man in a dark cloak approach Vevina, tray in hand. 'What would you have? If you would prefer something else, just ask that young woman over there. She can have the barman mix anything your heart desires.'

As he walks into the ballroom, Weir's attention is focused on the beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Six! Six chandeliers in one room. Simply magnificent. And look at that stained-glass window! Delightful.

"I would looove a glass of red dear, and my mister gleeman here will have the same!" dragging along the wild-eyed gleeman she squints at the new arrival and his peculiar taste for chandeliers.

Lightly stepping into the ballroom, as if already hearing a tune playing, Caraghan leans over to the Butler before whispering conspiratorially, 16!.

The butler gives Caraghan a wink and a grin as he notes her number.

"Oh! Are we picking numbers!?" Dura says in a surprised voice, "...Then I pick FOUR," he whispers quietly to the Butler.

The butler chuckles lightly at Dura,'Good sir, Did you come in through the main entry? Had you, you surely would have noticed the announcement regarding the numbers.'

Then whispering just loudly enough to be heard by everyone in the room,'Why would you come through the window? Do you have an invitation? If not I suggest you leave quickly.'

By the time Xander even gets to the ballroom, his seashell had fallen off Three times.

Tauril entered, a bright smile upon his face for all. He was feeling well tonight and the party seemed to be attended by quite a few people. He stood there, thinking about what number to pick... Quite a decision. He decided upon the number five. He straightened his fine clothing and waited for conversation to begin.

Jennifer slips into the ballroom, her hands nervously smoothing her skirts. She looked around in awe, her eyes taking in the beautiful room.

When asked for a number, she responded, 'I'd like to choose number one please.'

"Two Two be the number!" Dare yells from across the Ballroom.

'We have a winner!' Cries out the master of ceremonies.

'The lady Jennifer has successfully identified the the outdoor pavilion to have been based on a location near Caemlyn. Congratulations!'

Come on up and spin the wheel! (pick a number between 1 and 6 )

Dura grumbles that he might have had a chance if he were more traveled.

Jennifer smiles happily and steps up to the wheel. She gives it a great big spin and watches as it lands on the number 4.

The wheel spins round and round finally landing on......................


One free night with a prostitute! Congratulations! Racquel or Lance are both available to you. You can keep them to enjoy for yourself or pass them over to a friend of your choice.

Simply leave a note with Jessea at with the time of stating preferred time delivery. Alternatively you can ask Jess to simply hold the item for you until a time of your choosing.

O_O

"Isn't that a great prize to be giving out at a fancy ball," observes Dura.