[right][h3][b][i][color=f26522]Mr. Titian[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=f26522]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=f26522][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Chair 5
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Constitution, Strength
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	A toothy grin remained on the lips of the towering man as he cradled Kindle in his arms. His head tilting down as there was a shake or was it a shiver? It didn't matter. Adjusting his grip he breathed out and stood tall as he cradled the body closer. Seemed there was quite the crowd gathering, a rather colorful one. The screeching made him turn his head and his eyes narrowed at the brightness cutting through the low light of the new night. Seemed something was coming. [color=f26522]"Well ain't that a damn sight."[/color] He was more of a statement than a question when it came into view.

	The chairs, were not exactly the largest in comparison to the man himself. Much less with another. [color=f26522]"This better be a woman."[/color] His words were to himself because it seemed that there was no other offering aide, just stating the obvious. Taking long heavy steps he wandered passed those who had already claimed the first chairs. [color=f26522]"One little, two little, three little, four little,"[/color] he half sung off key as he walked. 

	Stopping he turned his rear to the chair and sat down. The chair creaked under the weight. Maneuvering the body he rested Kindle down, sitting the [i]ragdoll[/i] upright in his lap and wrapping one arm around the small waist and placing a large hand on Kindles shoulder to keep them upright. Placing his boots on the foot rest the man might have looked to others like he was about to perform some sort of ventriloquist act at the kiddie table. The chair was too small, he was too large, and his [i]baggage[/i]... well that was another story.