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[color=Khaki][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor, Seat N -> Front of Manor
[color=Khaki][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=Khaki][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 5
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Master Tack had been about to reply to Mauve when the contraption started, immediately cutting him off with the noise. He paused, hoping it would die down after a moment, but frustratingly it didn't. It would have been much more pleasant simply to walk, and not much slower, either, judging by the relatively easy pace of the dogs alongside them. Tack's first conversation had been killed by a mad poet, his second by this machine... he didn't know what would happen when they arrived, but he had a strong feeling he would need friends he could rely on. So far, acquiring them had not gone very well.

At last the strange vehicle came to a stop. Tack got up alongside Mauve, more serious than before, and walked forwards a small number of steps before stopping and watching the man at the top of the steps. He seemed to have more to say, if Tack wasn't mistaken, and Tack wasn't going to interrupt him, though he would have liked to enter as soon as possible, thanks to the cold.

Either way, it seemed they had picked up an additional companion. A tall, thin man with long, brown hair who offered his arm to Madame Mauve. Tack's face twitched slightly at the sight of the thin man's clothes; an acceptable jacket, yes, but the same could not be said for his shirt. He made a mental note to give the thin man some advice later, since it would be inappropriate right now. Tack also made sure to give the pair a little extra space. He was still walking alongside them, but the extra nine inches or so distance from before now made it perfectly clear which man was [i]interested[/i] in Mauve and which was not. Master Tack had dealt with the wealthy a lot in the past, and he knew how easily some would take offence, so he made an effort not to imply anything but the truth.