[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: Front Gate 
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Charisma 
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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The hardened wood of the trunk nudged into Cobalt's back for the hundredth time. He gritted his teeth slightly, doing his best to ignore it. The trunk was ungainly, awkwardly strapped across the back of his steed, a snow-white gelding called Winter, and he was already regretting his decision to not arrive by carriage. The uncomfortable ride, as well as the chill in the air, could well have made Cobalt reconsider his journey, if it were not for the pressing urgency, and intrigue, of the letter he had received.

He looked around at the group that had gathered outside the imposing gate. Aside from noticing the abundance of females, little grabbed his attention. All the visitors wore masks, just as he did himself, so it was hopeless guessing the age, let alone the identity, of some of his new companions. There was one man, wearing a gold, beaked mask, that set Cobalt on edge. He couldn't be sure why, but he unconsciously shifted slightly, urging Winter forwards to place some more distance between himself and the stranger. 

Inadvertently moving nearer the centre of the group, he found himself in the path of the apparent leader, or at least spokesman, for the group of guards that had arrived to meet them at the gates. Looking down from his saddle, Cobalt smiled, nodding his head in greeting. 

[b][color=lightsteelblue]"Well met, friend. But I wasn't expecting such high security at a party, should we be concerned?"[/color][/b]

[i]The man eyed the one who spoke with him. There was a high sense of wanting to answer the man and he just may have if it hadn't been for the sound of guns rustling from the other side of the gate and pointing towards the head of the one who had yet to dismount from his saddle. A darker skinned man with beady bright cerulean eyes spoke up, "Cas, you want.." but his words were cut short as the man finally identified as Cas rose his hand sharply. The rifles lowered almost instantly. 

[b]"I would dismount and move through that gate if I were you,"[/b] Cas stated in a warning tone.[/i]

Cobalt glanced warily across at the bright eyed man, but only for an instant. Smiling again, he swung his leg around and dismounted Winter. Pausing to rub behind the horses ear for an instant, he turned to face 'Cas'. 

[b][color=lightsteelblue]"Of course. My thanks."[/color][/b]

Placing Winter's reins into the tall man's hands, Cobalt strode across to where Leo stood in the gateway. Pulling his invitation from a pocket of his thick overcoat, he held it out for the lumbering guard to inspect, the smile never wavering from his face.