[right][h3][b][i][color=lightsteelblue]Justice Cobalt[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=lightsteelblue]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Chair 1 
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Perception 
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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Having stepped through the imposing gates, Cobalt glanced around, almost absentmindedly, at the other guests as they stepped through after him. He allowed himself a slight smile as he watched the string of well-dressed young woman, subconsciously straightening up to his full height, but he didn't speak, and he gave them little more than passing looks. The time for socialising could wait, for now he was simply curious, taking in his surroundings as he glanced around. He patted the pockets of his overcoat, searching for his pipe, before remembering he had forgotten to take it with him. He frowned slightly, resolving instead to put his hands into his pockets, to escape the biting cold. He shifted slightly, wincing at the aches that were a reminder of his ride to the house.

Cobalt flinched slightly at a sudden whistle, and turned to see more servants seemingly stepping from the undergrowth. He watched them emerge, moving to tend to the horses left behind by the guests. A short servant, little more than a boy, tentatively approached Winter, but the gelding gently brought his head towards him, letting the servant take a hold of his reins. Satisfied that the horse was taken care of, Cobalt turned back to the sprawling grounds of Shadowell as an otherworldly sound sprung up, and began to draw closer to the group. 

The 'vehicle' was peculiar to look at, and totally alien to Cobalt, but glancing around at his new companions, he shrugged. Stepping forward, he smiled towards the man, who had introduced himself as Owen, and spoke, his breath misting in the cold air. 

[b][color=lightsteelblue]"An unusual welcome, but I'm always open to new experiences."[/color][/b]

With as much dignity as he could manage, Cobalt made his way past the pulsing engine and took his seat on the furthest forward chair, before turning to watch how the other guests reacted.