[right][h3][b][i][color=lightgreen]Madam Envy[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=lightgreen]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=lightgreen][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor Gate
[color=lightgreen][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=lightgreen][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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Shortly a carriage parked just a short distance away from the gate. Madam Envy exited the ride, along with a strong whiff of tobacco that stuck to her flashy coat. She slightly lifted her skirt, carefully taking a step down till finally her foot landing on the ground. The driver didn't seem to be motivated enough in helping the woman, and the moment she got down and closed the door he went on his merry way. Madam Envy was glad that she was wrapped up for the chilly winter eve, her body did not tolerate the cold weather very well. Looking at the manor, it is indeed something to behold if not only a bit dull and depressing for Madam Envy's personal tastes.

The moment she arrived the gate people have already been swarming, some who were obvious guests and some which he figured were the estate's security. And they look like the type who's not afraid to fire those guns at any given situation. She heard one of the guests talking to them, but Madam Envy only figured as much on 'Cas'' forbearing response. Madam Envy approached before the place, let's just say the Madam did not take any sort of pleasure being involved in this unsavoury predicament. None the less, she did not dawdle on her observations for too long. Truth be told she just want this to get it over with.

[color=lightgreen]"No objections here."[/color] Madam Envy walked towards them with a usual feminine sway, overhearing the conversation between the two men. Her voice was revealed to be rather deep, raspy, and mature sounding with just a sly hint of accent. [color=lightgreen]"The sooner we get this done, the sooner we all go home, yes?"[/color] Under the mask her amber green eyes glanced at this Cas fellow, then languidly shifting to the masked guest. 

After Madam Envy presented her invitation to the most imposing butler she had ever seen, she proceeded to enter the gate. The entire place was much more depressing than she initially thought from the outside. She figured that to a superstitious person, the manor would have indeed passed off as somewhat haunted. Regardless, all this waiting in the cold urged Madam Envy to draw another stick of cigarette.