[right][h3][b][i][color=lightgreen]Madam Envy[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=lightgreen]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=lightgreen][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor Outside > Grand Vestibule (D2)
[color=lightgreen][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color]N/A
[color=lightgreen][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Madam Envy knew it was rather strange at the very beginning. Of course they were not invited in the sense of the usual pompous gathering the nobility seems to be so fond of. The moment that invitation landed on her gentle yet calloused hands by the rather shady fellow that delivered it to her, a quick look at it had sent all the wrong signals to her. She did have a right to be suspicious about it, as it did came out of the blue in the first place, but also just way before a deep secret has somehow leaked through the cracks, and none else had known about it till know. The man was firm with his words, and his clothing was rather extravagant she'll give him that, Madam Envy had nothing else to say but nodded firmly in return. For now she would like to observe, to see what illusive and intricate tricks are there for them to perform for this Ardad Lili. 

	Althroughout her mind wandered what is really in stored for them here. She had to keep herself focused around here, around these people. Who knew one of them could be an assassin in the disguise , or what not. Her previous feelings of tension slowly returned, and she knew to trust her gut whenever something suspicious is going on. Perhaps the woman in the flying chair earlier was just the very beginning of it, she braced that there will be more. All convoluting thoughts came in to one straight conclusion; some of them, even herself, may possibly never come out of here alive.