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Down the staircase he went and upon reaching the last step, Manson lifted his hand and ran it and stopped through shag of his hair for an intermission of a quick determination of his next destination. There was a mission he'd come to do and although irresponsible with a ridiculous grin, disarray of his clothing due to his little 'test' earlier, and then by punctuating with drinks, Manson would not have been in such a venue in any other case unless he were on duty. And so, Manson, after the slightest adjustment of his attire: a tightening of his black tie and a straitening of his jacket, proceeded across the ballroom and situated himself in a table already populated with three guests, two older gentlemen and one of their wives. This was the table next to the Lady Aaren who from her positioning could only catch sight of the back of the man's head.

"You know," he started, getting comfortable with a lean back in his seat, making a four with his leg resting on the other, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and speaking to the three who were not only startled, but turned off by the man's intrusion, "it's the soup. I must know how the hell someone gets soup around here, because," his head nodded toward's the female guest's meal, but seemingly her as well, "well, it looks good."

"You fetch the waiter and order. I have no ambition to be rude, but this seat does happen to be reserved." Said the husband, whose eyes were wider than any man in his calm.

"Hm?" Manson scanned the table for the little card of reservation and picked the item up once spotted. "Agyness Renolds. Agyness... Renolds. " Using two hands, Manson bent the card the other way so that it was now inside out and revealing no name, " Well, until then."

Turning in his seat so Manson could very bluntly get a look of the Lucidus Magus leader, he spotted the wolf, a creature with all the power of intimidation. "Moa? Not wearing a dress today?"

It was an easy mistake.

(We are all in the ballroom. Ben, mairead, and Aaren are at a table, Manson is at a table next to us, and everyone else is scattered throughout the ballroom I believe.)

Moa looked over at Manson as she had a smile on her lips. She could see that he was mistaking her for another wolf. She walked over to him and spoke behind him. "Long time no see Manson." she said as she looked down. "No, no dress. You know I don't always wear dresses." she said with a chuckle. She waited for him to turn around to see that in fact she wasn't in her normal attire, but rather in formal attire.

She may be a wolf, but being around others that are human or the like it is just the fact that she doesn't always intimidate others since her goal is to live amongst them and out of the West. She was learning how to live more of a civil life rather then a wild untamed life she was use to.

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(Also I believe Manson was referring to bens companion, who happens to be a 350lb dire wolf.)

(Uuuuuuuh, I dunno. The last sentence says he mistook the wolf for Moa. Maybe if Moa pops up behind him and surprises him..... )

(Sweet! We missed you by the way! What's Sovereign without our Moa?)

((Indeed! I'm Val, by the way. Glad to meet ya. Looking forward to RPing with ya!))

(( I'm sure we will. smile ))