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[color=933d41][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor - Grand Vestibule (B8) ⇢ Breakfast Room
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	Mauve's gaze remained steadily on Lord Ambesire. She ignored the voices that piped up around her. The others' thoughts and opinions mattered not to her, and in the end, they were inconsequential given the situation. She bit her lip as her gaze flitted slightly between the lord of the manor and the butler. She was feeling a little impatient to get answers but was also trying hard not to show it. She released her lower lip, mouth falling agape underneath her ornate mask. Had she heard them correct? They would be housed in the [I]servant's quarters?![/I] A small scoff left her lips before she could stop it. She shook her head lightly, her nose wrinkling in disgust. She would sooner brave the cold and the jaws of death itself than be associated with [I]servants[/I]. With her lips pressed into a thin line and a look of displeasure in her dark blue eyes, she begrudgingly listened to what other unsavory clauses and conditions the man would surely have in store for them.

	It was the last thing though that Lord Ambesire said that truly gave Mauve pause. [I]A game of death and deceit, now is it?[/I] she thought, arching a black brow just as a glint came to her eyes. [I]How quaint.[/I] Her gaze slowly moved back to the [I]servant[/I], as he addressed the group. She barely managed to not roll her eyes at the manservant's words, and she was about to walk off to do some exploring when she caught the man saying something to a Lady Analia. However her attention was soon diverted again, her inquisitive gaze whipping to the side when Cobalt addressed her. The corners of her lips pulled up into a smirk at his words. [I]Assuming you're still alive by then,[/I] she thought to herself, but nevertheless gave him a courteous nod of her head in reply. She then watched as he followed the others into the next room over. Once he was out of sight, she glanced back over to the doors that Lord Ambesire and Jasper had left through. She considered going that way. In fact, she saw that two people had chosen that route. With a small sigh, she decided though to just go in the same direction as the rest of the horde. 

	She gracefully crossed the room, the fabric of her dress lightly brushing the ground as she took confident strides. She walked through the open door to enter the breakfast room in behind the others. She glanced around, taking in the sights, and she breathed in deeply to take in the scents of the food and drinks. She felt a pang of hunger within her, eyeing the food but hesitant to take any. After all, it would be easy enough for the Ambesire's to lace the appetizers with poison in order to rid them of their uninvited guests. She had a feeling that the lord would have no qualms against doing so. No, she would err on the side of caution and simply watch and wait to see first if the less prudent individuals dropped dead. A devilish smirk came to her obscured features as she saw the chair stealing doctor partake in the food. Oh how she would love to see that one drop dead. Her smirk grew as she brushed past him and over to the window that looked out at the courtyard.