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[color=933d41][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor (Outside Front) ⇢ Grand Vestibule (B8)
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[color=933d41][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 3
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	As the help's words of welcome hung in the air, Mauve found herself looking back over her shoulder at the latest arrival, the woman in the ornate skull mask. However, as her dark blue eyes took in the sight of the woman and her new companion of choice, she quickly found that Chanteuse Amaranthine was far less pleasing than she had once seemed. Her nose wrinkled a bit in distaste, and she barely held back a sound of contempt. The woman had actually [i]allowed[/i] that abominable cripple to sketch her. [i]Pathetic.[/i] She ripped her gaze away, suddenly feeling a desire to be nowhere near the woman. The woman was surely not worth [i]her[/i] time. 

	Her gaze gravitated to the side as a certain someone suddenly decided to come crawling back to her. There seemed to be a calculative look to her eyes this time around. Underneath her mask though, the corner of her lips pulled upwards into a smirk. [color=933d41]"Oh, I'm sure that's what you're concerned about,"[/color] she stated teasingly. She gave a pointed look back over to the other man, Master Tack, whom she had been conversing with in Cobalt's absence. She then arched a brow as an amused glint came to her eyes. She was perhaps feeling a tad smug right then. Nevertheless, she took him up on the offer, taking his arm and letting him lead her inside when the time came. 

	And, as a matter of fact, the time to enter the Shadowell Manor had just dawned on them, and might she add, that it wasn't exactly awe-inspiring. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, but it wasn't from either the frigid air or the effects of being on the arm of a charming young man. No, there was that dark, ominous feeling again, that one that had lingered at the edge of her senses since she had stepped foot inside Shadowell Forest, let alone the Ambesire's Estate. She could no longer deny it nor could she find quite as much pleasure in it now that she was about to essentially enter into the belly of the beast. The butler's omnious words of warning and the sounds of guns being cocked only seemed to chill the air and the very blood witin her veins. Her lips thinned, and the calculative look returned to her dark eyes as she allowed Cobalt to lead her inside. All the while, she took everything in as if to commit every last detail to memory. As they came to a halt, she glanced back up at Cobalt from under her black lashes, before following his gaze over to the man who had "greeted" them.