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Your host smiles at your discomfort but it the smile never goes farther than his lips, his body and eyes are held to the same expression he had before, his eyes chill you to the bone, you can almost feel them deciding how to best dissect you and put your parts together in a most horible manner.
A barely audible sound reaches your ears, but your host actually betrays a hint of surprise, and it is clear he does not like being surprised. "Forgive my manners, but it seems the show will have to wait, follow me," There is derision in his tone as if he doesn't want to let you dirty his palace with your eyes, and he seems to be especially directing the comment to Storm.
Without waiting he throws open the door he came from and storms down it leaving it wide open, inviting you to follow.
OOC: Mistral, your chance for escape seems to be past.
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