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[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Chair 7
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Walnut once again found her appreciation of Owen's magnificent contraption ruined by the pettiness of those around her. All of the chatter of the fainter in the giant's lap was breaking her concentration and she pursed her lips slightly. If they were going to fool around and begin the process of courtship, could they not do it quietly? Or if they had to be so noisy about it, sending comments back and forth, could they not find another venue? Surely it could wait the ride to the manor. 

	On the bright side, her irritation with the weak one and her 'rescuer' provided a sufficient distraction from Master Plum and his damned bird. Neither were weighing on Walnut's mind. It was truly remarkable, the power of irritation to calm an individual down. As the fainter got up and tried to take a seat, Walnut smirked with satisfaction seeing that her ideal prize had been claimed by another. It served her right. The idle chatter at least seemed to stop for the moment, as the fainter took the seat behind her, only for Walnut to observe the shivering disposition of Kindle. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"If you insist on either hyperventilating, shivering, or making suggestions at the man in front, would you at least do so quietly?"[/color] Walnut requested in a sharp voice. She dearly hoped that the last one to come, whom the giant had mentioned they were still short two and one had arrived since then, would decide to sit with the fainter. Yet given her conversation previously, Walnut wondered if the fainter would enjoy that.