Aliana wandered in through a side door digging around in a large bag and bumping almost immediately into a wall. "Oof!" she blinked at the wall as though it had attacked her personally, frowning in distate. "Hello? I think I came in the wrong way. How humiliating." Blowing a strand of black hair from her painted face, she lifted her poofy black skirts and glanced around in attempt to find help.

[So late x_X I got way busy]

"Hi Aliana," Taur said. "Oh, just let the butler take care of your bag. Dinner?" she asked, gesturing towards the table still loaded with food and trying to act as if nothing was wrong. "Ah, hello again, MB! I hope you're feeling better." she added. Then, turning to Elenriel, she said "No one really knows what happened. We were just sitting down to dinner when we heard an awful scream and that's when we found her." The memory upset her a little, and she tried to drown it in her chocolate pudding.

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"thank you, Kit!" however PD turned down the refreshments Kit offered her (being a little disturbed by the hearing of the death of poor Aefthyth), she took her seat by Taur in the dining room. "oh really? sounds horrid... and mysterious!" PD sank into her own thoughts as she wondered about this mystery of a death.

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Sighing in relief, Aliana grinned broadly(if a little sillily) at her friend. "Good gracious, I feel like such a fool. It's that drink I had before I came..." She let her voice trail off, linking arms with Inwe and laughing at herself. "You've eaten already, I expect?"

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"A murder? Oh how splendid!" She laughed and clapped her hands, obviously not one to show much remorse in any state. "Not for the dead person of course, but mystery's so exciting. Do we know what happened yet?"

Autumn stayed with the guests in the dining room and continued eating, but found herself getting more restless as no one seemed to be interested in discovering what had happened. She tried to enjoy the meal and conversation, but found herself increasingly wanting to get up and explore a bit herself. But chills from the memory of Aefthyth convinced Autumn that the last thing she wanted to do was wander the dark halls of this place alone.

So were they to simply sit here and pretend everything was fine and merry while they waited for another person to die?

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"Oh I've already eaten, dear. So rude, I know, to come to a dinner party after already eating, but I was starved on the way here and stopped into a tavern." Leaning over to whisper none too quietly into Inwe's ear, Aliana's painted face(orange and purple to look like bird's feathers) spread in a broad grin despite the circumstances. "Worst soup I've ever had, but it beats eating around dead people. Who was it, anyways?"

Taur noticed an impatient gleam in Autumn/RA's eyes. She guessed that she was thinking the same thing Taur was: Was someone else going to die? If so, who? and when? and most importantly, was there any way to keep it from happening? Having stuffed her stomach full of food, and still not distrated as she hoped she would be, she got up and wandered towards the dining room door to the hall. She stared out at the shadows towards the front door from the safety of the dining room lights.

(A question: how do we find out how she died? There's got to be a clue of some sort, like blood or poison, but it doesn't make sense for us, the victims to just make it up... )

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Overhearing their conversation, Autumn perked up when Inwe mentioned exploring. "I'm willing to go with you," she said to her. "I'd like to get an idea of what's going on around here."

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Catching the deceased's name from Inwe, Taur jumped in the conversation. "Ælfthryth was better known as Haldir o Lorien. I don't think there's anyone on earth who hasn't met Haldir!" she said with a sad smile.

(Thanks. Well, you can't expect things to go just right, since this is our first ever. )

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