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[color=933d41][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor (Front Gate: Chair 3)
[color=933d41][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Perception
[color=933d41][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 3
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	Madam Mauve was a picture of elegance, as she stood there with her hands laced in front of her. She looked around at the others, her gaze lingering on the blue haired woman, the one who had blatantly ignored her, for a moment. She looked the woman over, as if to size her up, before she eventually rolled her eyes and looked elsewhere. She noted that there was a woman of a pale complexion similar to her own who seemed to be constantly looking over her shoulder, as if it was some kind of tick. Then there was another woman who appeared to have impeccable style but an unfortunate taste for tobacco if her stench was any indication. Her nose wrinkled slightly underneath her mask, which wasn't thick enough to block out the smell entirely. Her head turned sharply as she heard a small [I]PLOP[/I] off to her side. She arched a brow when her gaze landed on the individual who was now sprawled out on the ground. Did the person faint? Did the person die?! Whatever the case, she made no move to intervene. Others were already quick to attend to that unfortunate soul anyways. 

	One fellow did catch her eye, if even for a moment. It was the large russet skinned giant who walked up brazenly to scoop up that beforementioned poor unfortunate soul. Her head had to tilt upwards slightly to even get a good look at the man in his entirety. [I]Intriguing,[/I] she thought, before moving on to study the others. It's not like she had anything better to do anyways. Unfortunately, she wasn't gleaning anything of particular note besides the obvious, you know, the types of things that are plainly written versus those that take some digging to find. She winced as a loud, but thankfully short, whistle ripped through the hubbub. Well, that certainly got her attention, irritatingly so. She looked past Leo at the sound of rustling leaves to see shrubs seemingly being moved before an array of servants popped out. [I]About time.[/I] She grimaced as another loud sound pierced through the air, but nevertheless, she stood at attention as the odd contraption rolled up slowly. When the driver told everyone to take a seat, she nodded her head and picked up the edges of her skirt before following in behind two others. The silky fabric rubbed against the leg of a man in a devil's mask as she brushed past him to take a spot two seats down. Once seated, she let out a small sigh, smoothing out the fabric of her dress before looking over at the man with a concealed smile. [color=933d41]"How are you this evening, sir?"[/color] she inquired, making polite conversation.