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[color=FF66B2][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Forest: Chair 8
[color=FF66B2][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=FF66B2][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Kindle was still peering expectantly at the big man when he spoke cheekily from behind a dark mustache and beard. She felt him squeeze her waist for a fraction of a moment before resting his hand there unmoving. The other one, however went to play with his beard and the Director followed the motion with her eyes. Unfortunately for Director Kindle the trek through the forest and the consequent fainting incident had left her body battered and weakened and she had barely any strength and will to combat the biting winter cold. She still had a bit of trouble focusing her eyes and the big guy was giving off a wave of warmth that threatened to lull her into inaction. And the Director couldn't help but be reminded of all the freezing winter mornings when all she wanted to do was burrow in deeper into the warm and fuzzy comfort of her bed. Instead of getting up and doing what needed to be done during the day.

	[color=FF66B2]"Oh, but you are a charming rascal!"[/color] Kindle's husky voice accused with a chuckle and a chattering of teeth after the man had spoken. [color=FF66B2]"And maybe I was fixin' to have some pretty lady in my lap as well."[/color] The Director's twang was refined as it was pronounced. Although the obvious chattering of teeth made everything she said a bit comical. She smiled politely and stood up when the man released his hold on her and put his arms behind his head, looking like the cat that ate the canary. [color=FF66B2]"S'pose I'll try my luck with one of the other chairs, stranger or no. After all... you are a rather large fellow and this chair can barely fit you, let alone me as well."[/color] Director Kindle stepped down from the small platform, using her walking stick to steady her haggard body. [color=FF66B2]"Again, I am ever so grateful."[/color] She spoke with a slight bow of her head.

	It was at that moment that a female voice called out to her. The Director turned her head to see a blue-haired woman with a strange, full, angular mask inviting her to take the seat in front of her, tempting Kindle with the promise of a better company. [i]Oh, I don't know, dear lady.[/i] The Director thought. [i]That rascal there's grown on me a bit. Still, it would have been inappropriate of me to ride in his lap.[/i] [color=FF66B2]"Thank you kindly, ma'am. But I do believe I would prefer the view from the back much better. There seems to be still one unoccupied chair left in the back."[/color] Kindle answered with a polite bow, but turning to head for the penultimate seat she saw a man in a fancy suit, blond hair and a black domino mask with gold ornaments take the chair in a rush.

	Director Kindle sighed in defeat. That position would have been so much more advantageous than a chair in the middle of the column. Still with no more free seats Kindle leaned on her walking stick heavily and quietly walk towards the eighth chair. She briefly glanced at the blue-haired woman who'd invited her to sit in front of her and was momentarily taken aback by her revealing dress. I soft pink glow would have appeared on Director Kindle's cheeks had the cold not taken care of that already. As it stood Kindle averted her gaze, but not before muttering a quiet '[i]Ma'am[/i]' and took her seat. She shivered violently and tried to hug herself as best she could to keep whatever warmth was left in her body.