As for the masquerade guests their panic was ending in much the same way as the bands. The music was forcing them to dance and the toonpaint in the air had adhered to their clothing.

The theme of an old world masquerade ball was complete. As boon watched he saw one of the guests, a cheerful grey wolf consumed by his costume and his mask. What was left was a debonair, suave looking gentleman whose w hole head had become the mask.