[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] Perception
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	The arm tightened around the figure he was holding onto, his hand on the shoulder steadying as the figure finally woke. Then they spoke. [color=f26522]"A woman, now that just made my night,"[/color] Titian said as grin grew on his features. His teeth framed by dark whiskers, a beard that came down to a point slightly below his strong jaw line. [color=f26522]"Are you sure you want to be put down?"[/color] he asked as his chin tilted down to look her in the eyes. His arm squeezed slightly around her waist line for a moment as his hand came off her shoulder. 

	Stroking his beard he leaned back fully in the chair now, shifting his lap slightly. His pinky ring striking against the dark mass of hair. His attention waned as the shrill of a voice broke the air. Leaning slightly as his arm remained around her waist he looked towards the chairs in front of them, then turned, looking at the line of chairs behind them. Slowly he got comfortable again, as much as he could for his size in this chair. [color=f26522]"Only two chairs left, and apparently two more people coming. Does a lady really want to make someone else have to share a seat?"[/color] That grin turned into a cheshire like grin before he finally released his arm from around her waist, tucking both his hands behind his head and swayed his knees left and right slowly. 

	[color=f26522]"What happens if you have to share a seat with a perfect stranger?"[/color] he said with a laugh.