[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 Front gate. Seat 4.
[color=lightgreen][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Perception
[color=lightgreen][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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Madam Envy was settling in her seat nicely, taking mild comfort in the young conductor's remark, her mask steadily looking ahead and disregarding the people that passed her by. The coolness had remained heavy for her breathing, yet still being able to manage for now. It's nothing that never happened before, although not as common as she would want it to. For this reason, among many more, is why she hated the cold. 

From her view she caught sight of an interesting exchange between the woman in front of her and the man on the first seat. She watched and listened, but found herself unconsciously drifting to a dear and personal memory a long time ago. This put a subtle smile on Madam Envy's face, unnoticeable thanks to the mask that conceals her. At this moment Madam Envy noticed the young conductor watching the first three passengers before her intently, while his eyes would dart over to the guards on horseback. Could they be suspicious by the mere exchange, she wondered. Where they expecting a dispute? Regardless, Madam Envy ignored them, and possibly the prospect of trouble that could come their way. The man with a beaked mask had finally voiced his decision, in a way that is almost comical to her [color=lightgreen]"Well, so much for that."[/color] Her tone was idle, yet playful [color=lightgreen]" Now we may never know where that intriguing exchange could've lead."[/color]

After a moment, Madam Envy noticed the cold becoming unbearable , and breathing had became quite difficult. She held tightly on the bars of her seat, as she carefully levelled her breathing, subtly as she can to not alarm those who might see her minor agony. She'd try her best to keep it up, at least until they reach the Manor, away from this blasted cold.