[center][hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6]Hooded Figure[/color][/i][/b][/h3][b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Tower - 2nd Floor
[b][color=6ecff6]Interacting With:[/color][/b] The group
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	The hooded figure turned around slowly as the door was crushed open. He seemed to be dressed simple enough; black trousers, knee high brown riding boots, a cream colored button down tunic, and a dark green coat with a hood. Pulling the hood back he revealed a face that was middle aged and middle of the road as far as looks went. There was nothing spectacular about him but he did look vexed as he eyed them. Though the expression on his face changed slightly as Thomas came into the room and yelled out towards him. His dark brow arching deeply as he looked the man over. 

	[color=6ecff6]"What nonsense is this that which you speak half clothed one?"[/color] he asked as he looked down at the revealed portion of Thomas' form. A spindle like finger pointing to the hard to miss flesh. Bringing the finger to his lips he pressed it there before he spoke again. [color=6ecff6]"Quiet, my friend is terribly ill. He needs not this disturbance. Get out,"[/color] he demanded before turning back around and looking back at the figure in the bed as he remained on his knees. Reaching out to the friend he tucked the covers higher. One could not see the figures face in the bed, the blankets pulled high and nothing but a matted form of blonde hair poking out from beneath them. 
	
	The friend in the bed moved slightly, a low groan coming from beneath the sheets. [color=6ecff6]"Rest, it is nothing. Just rest,"[/color] the hooded figure told the one in the bed, patting the friends shoulder area slightly before his head turned sharply and looked back at those that had come into the room. [color=6ecff6]"Out before you are exposed and befall such as my friend here has. Out!"[/color] he said harshly but in a quiet voice.