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[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor:  Seat [s]Titian[/s] Q
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	[color=7ea7d8]"I would hope not,"[/color] Walnut muttered under her breath, hearing the exclamation of the nearby fallen Madam Mauve. Unfortunately, it appeared that one such person elected to do so and it caused some irritation for Walnut. She was pretty sure they had been involved with the fuss that happened at the front of the row of chairs. Some people were best seen and not heard - yet for them, Walnut was of the opinion that to be never seen and never heard would suffice. There was more chatter on the subject, with one person pointing out that they had not agreed to such a thing - yet it struck Walnut as an unfortunate accident. 

	Yet a moment later, Walnut found herself being picked up like a rag doll by a sturdy set of arms. Peering up at the man who she estimated to be easily twice her size, she found herself quite taken by a charming and lengthy scar. Yet whereas Kindle had been a damsel in distress and had been frantic to get away from Titian, Walnut truthfully did not mind. She relaxed in his grip, resting her head against him, as if he were a human chair of his own. After he leaned in, Walnut's pupils dilated ever so slightly as she whispered something privately to him in return. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Your previous one was quite irritating,"[/color] Walnut then mused, thinking on how obnoxiously Kindle had hyperventilated.