Days passed and soon it was the long awaited Annual Ball. Everybody was excitedly looking forward to how the great and venerable Rhal Darling would decorate the mansion for his multitude of unwanted guests. Ever since the death of his daughter Krista, no visitor has graced the manor. So the werecommunity were justifiably curious as to what the place looked like after all this time. Would it look old and decrepit, would it look elegant and grand, would it look modern and sleek? These kinds of thoughts swirled through the gossip mongers' minds.