Tonight is the night of the masquerade. A night of false smiles, words laden with hidden meaning, whispered nonsense, and secrets disclosed in jest.
A night when the truth hides in plain sight, while lies flourish in the shadows.
The orchestra is playing. Wine has been poured into glasses. Masks have been chosen. The pieces are set on the board. The players take their places.
Tonight, this estate has brought together those who weave the web of the Empire's underworld. The tides have turned, and the balance of influence has shifted. And what better way to mark the death of one power and the rise of another than with a lavish ball?
The Whisper Gatherer must uncover everything he can about the new player. But is his old mask still enough, or should he try on a new one? There is no way he'll manage to speak with every guest in the hall. He'll have to pick the right people to approach and the right words to use... Or simply trust the worldweave to point him in the right direction.
