[right][h3][b][i][color=7ea7d8]Professor Walnut[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=7ea7d8]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Central Hall -> Starry Salon
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
[color=7ea7d8]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]	Walnut couldn't help but feel disappointed. Why hadn't these people gone off with the rest of the pack as well? She longed for the silence of an empty room, quiet enough that she could hear her own beating heart. Yet to add insult to injury, one of the mongrels decided to come and [i]speak[/i] with them. Her method of deriving pain through suffering - if she did such a thing - were her own. [color=7ea7d8]"Perhaps I ought to give you some special treatment,"[/color] Walnut quipped, looking at her with a steady gaze. 

	She nodded, taking Titian's arm as she ventured forward with him, leaving the central hall for the aptly named starry salon. There was a genuine smile on her face as she took it in, looking around at the exquisite decorations. She would quite like to have a room of her own like this. Perhaps one day she would. [color=7ea7d8]"Doesn't the ceiling look like the falling snow would just overwhelm you?"[/color] Walnut whispered, enjoying the exotic atmosphere. What was damn cheery for some was exquisite for the others - just as what is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.