[right][h3][b][i][color=lightsteelblue]Justice Cobalt[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=lightsteelblue]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Grounds : Seat R
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Cobalt couldn't help but grin as he gripped the slender hand held up to him. The touch lingered for a moment longer than was necessary. In truth, he barely noticed the chairs, as they reassembled themselves into a long bench. Seating issues were the last thing on his mind at the moment. The biting of the lip and the wink almost floored Cobalt, and he had to hold back a slight laugh. Here he was thinking that he would have to be the charmer, but he found himself beaten to every punch. Even as he watched her walk away, the only word that came to mind was 'sashay'. Well, the only word that he could say in polite company at least. 

	He smiled ruefully again. The offer was clear, and it was apparent that the woman was far from some delicate, innocent flower. If anything, it appeared he had stumbled across an equal, and he relished the opportunity. However, he somehow managed to break the spell that the woman seemed to have cast, a burst of cold wind suddenly shaking him free. Taking a deep breath, he was able to tear his eyes away. If he had only been here to... He struggled to find the right words... have fun, then he would have happily taken her up on her offer. But he was here for business, and the business of blackmail was a dark and dangerous one that he didn't want to stumble into while making puppy-dog eyes at the first, presumably, pretty girl who looked his way. Now he thought of it, any one of the other guests gathered around him could be this elusive Ardad Lili, and he remembered to keep his wits about him. 

	In all the confusion and chaos of the skyward-bound chair, and the subsequent sudden descent, a handful of the guests hadn't thought to flee. He couldn't say whether it was due to a paralysis of fear, or an iron will, but they intrigued him. The nearest such character, was the beak-faced man, and he doubted he would be able to make much headway there. But the next closest, another woman, her face totally obscured behind a white and gold mask, was one that Cobalt hadn't had the pleasure to meet yet. And if he was pushed away, he would be only a few seats from his new... friend? He hesitated to use the word, but it was the one that fitted, seeing as in all their talking they had yet to make introductions. He approached the new woman, taking a seat just down the bench from her as she seemed to be just recovering from a coughing fit. The smell of tobacco that clung to her may well go someway to explain it, but Cobalt was loathe to not show at least some concern. Turning towards the guards, he raised his voice to be heard above the engine. 

	[b][color=lightsteelblue]"Could the lady get a drink? Some water perhaps."[/color][/b] 

	Turning back to the woman, Cobalt held out his hand, flashing a wide smile and lowering his voice. 

	[b][color=lightsteelblue]"The name is Justice Cobalt, or at least it is for the time being. I don't believe we've had the pleasure."[/color][/b]