[right][h3][b][i][color=f26522]Mr. Titian[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=f26522]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=f26522][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Grand Vestibule (E2)
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Intelligence
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Well that was a shit storm of information he wasn't wanting to hear. Glancing over towards Walnut he grinned slightly as the one with the cane spoke and asked a question. [color=f26522]"Not out the front that's fer sure,"[/color] he said under his breath. Rolling his neck slightly he glanced at the others. Some were just there and not acknowledging out loud. Some where. Some where saying a mouth full. [color=f26522]"Think we found him,"[/color] he chuckled as he knelt down on one knee to get more on even line of sight of Professor Walnut. As much as he could have enjoyed the previous situation it probably wasn't the best idea to stay like that. Okay, it wasn't the worst either. 

	Resting a hand on the arm of the chair he looked back at their involuntary host. So they were not invited by sourpuss face over there. Maybe he should just say screw it and remove the mask but hey, what fun would that be? Then something crossed his mind and well, Titian decided to pose a question of his own. Not so much to the man of the manor but to everyone else. [color=f26522]"Well ain't this fun, seems we all pissed in someone's porridge."[/color] He laughed a bit and shrugged his shoulders, his grin was broad and he seemed to be finding the entire situation rather funny. Looking back at Walnut he winked in her direction.