[right][h3][b][i][color=lightsteelblue]Justice Cobalt[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=lightsteelblue]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Chair 1 ⇢ Away from Chair 1
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Charisma
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	There was a sudden flurry of moment past Cobalt as several of the other guests scrambled for the relative safety of the path, in varying degrees of elegance and poise. Cobalt himself turned to glance absentmindedly up at the chair, which seemed to have reached its apex, some 100 feet in the air. The chair had almost faded into the half-darkness of the late evening, but he could make out that the unfortunate occupant had slipped from the chair, the two falling separately. Despite Cobalt's earlier statement, it appeared that the lady did not know how to fly, and was instead falling. Or perhaps plummeting would be a better word. 

	Despite a part of him wanting to sit back and watch the carnage of the no-doubt bloody landing, Cobalt decided that it was better to join the other guests that had gathered on the path, if nothing else than to continue mingling with the people he would presumably be spending the next several days with. Stretching his legs out for a moment, Cobalt rose to his feet, strolling across to the path. As he walked, he caught the hurried conversation between Owen and Cassius. He raised an eyebrow slightly beneath his mask, and diverted towards where Cassius stood. Cobalt smiled, his eyes flashing slightly.

	[color=lightsteelblue][b]"An unfortunate accident, or should I be more concerned?"[/b][/color]

	[i]Cassius glanced over towards the guest speaking to him and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked back at the scene. "Lad, honestly, I have no idea." [/i]

	[color=lightsteelblue][b]"I know the Ambesires have a certain... reputation, but will your employers not mind one of their guests having to arrive in a bucket?"[/b][/color]

	[i]There was a cast of the eyes to the side towards the man and a chuckle as he gave him a pat on the back. "Nothing to be concerning yerself over."[/i]

	Cobalt frowned slightly. The answers had hardly filled him with confidence, or indeed shed much light on the events still transpiring, but regardless, he sensed that Cassius had closed the door on the conversation. Smiling, and nodding towards the servant, Cobalt turned back to the group in time to see the lady he had been talking to earlier run straight into one of the gathered horses, knocking herself to the floor. Smirking slightly, Cobalt strode across the short distance and held out his hand to help her up. 

	[color=lightsteelblue][b]"You ought to be more careful"[/b][/color]