I have performed on all manor of stages in my long and lustrous career but never have I found myself in such a hastil venue as Rococo. Standing on the precipice of a balcony orating to the masked mob I am in my true element yet I cannot help but feel uneasy as the connection between Ghastkill and the Tiamot cult becomes evident shown by the manor’s menagerie of dragon paraphernalia. I can tell the extravagance of Rococo has even corrupted the austere nature of Erasmus as he stands behind me clothed in his whimsical costume. I wonder what Rococo will lead him to do next and where is Edwards? Has Rococo washed away his brooding demeanor as he finds himself lost among the waves of party goers or does he remain stained by sorrow. Whatever Rococo has in store for us I am ready to leap in head first.