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The silver-haired teen let out a squeak at the first chandelier dropping. HEr sapphire hues peering over at the mess of glass and wax. she blinked a few times, soon her attention turning to the chaos of everyone running around in an attempt to get out of the building.

She sighed heavily, bringing her knees to her chest as she watched it all unfold. Deciding it best to keep a cool head at this point in time. IT was only chandeliers falling. True, they caused destruction and took a few people with them but until something endangered her, she did not plan on moving. She was perfectly fine with watching all the dolled up men and women scurry about through the darkness.

Sparrow turned his head slightly to acknowledge Lucille's appearance, but he soon returned it to its normal position within two seconds. "They are on the ceiling and roof. Two at the oak doors." he murmured quietly, still concentrating on the noises about him and trying to drown out the noise of the panicking people, "That's all I know at the moment."

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{{ Baron Karlsfeld Vonn Nehe-Ein-Anderes-Tahl }}

The salt and pepper haired minor lord from Silesia was dressed in the expected black and gold uniform of a prussian officer.
Just another guest from the continent. A hapless, affable smile paired with a shy demeanor compensated for the obvious battle-scars. The eypatch and what was obviously a wooden leg kept the young laddies at bay and the young lords had quickly grown bored with his lack of skill with the english tongue.

When the commotion stated he was not to far from the food table between two sets of the large glass doors to the balconies overlooking the gardens.

The two young lords to be who had him cornered and pesterined with questions earlier had already entered a panic which he quickly dispelled along with their conciousness. They would most likely live for another day being lost in the confusion and tangle of bodies strew about already.

Colapsing into the curtains by the doors he quickly removed the accoutrements of his disguise, unfolding himself, and scanning the chaos for his wards.

With an impreceptible sigh of releif he noted that no large fires had started. A small blessing of the dank damp British environment.

It looked as if his wards were in relative saftey at the moment and only two of their retainers were caught in the initial attack. The remaining members of the retinue were performing as expected and ushering the group to remains of the tables as a defensible position.

Now to wait with weapons at the ready for the true attacks to begin.

"Ah, good. That is well." He took a seat beside her, and looking out into the body of the hall, continued, "I daresay this evening is proving rather a lot more exciting than anyone could have anticipated."

Flipping blonde locks back out of his face, he turned his piercing pale-blue gaze to meet her sapphire hues. "Wouldn't you say?"

The first wave of chaos was begining to ebb and those not already dead, dying or badly wounded were getting fewer and farther between.

It seems that there were those who took the initial chaos as an oprotunity to heal old slights with steel.

The well heeled, experienced and forthright guests seem to have taken what shelter the could on the sidelines. Most of the others had fled the room by whatever egress they could find like a flock of frightened geese and most likely are to meet with a most uncertain fate by now.

His discerning hearing picking up distance muffled screams and oaths and possibly the heavy wet whump of a body meeting mother earth from a great height somewhere just outside the windows. Be they invited or the uninvited, only the mornings light will be able to reveal that truth.

Hopefully the crows will not be the only ones to greet the now seemingly far distant morn.