[right][h3][b][i][color=lightsteelblue]Justice Cobalt[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=lightsteelblue]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color]Shadowell Manor: Music Room 
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	So her name was Chanteuse Amaranthine. It had a certain musical ring to it that Cobalt couldn't help but enjoy as he turned it over in his head. Unfortunately, the character that was quickly becoming his apparent companion for the evening had followed him into the Music Room, and  began to speak to the woman that Cobalt had turned his attention to. A sarcastic smirk crossed Cobalt's face for a moment, it would appear that behind the bird-faced mask there was apparently a beating heart, and one that seemed to yearn for this Chanteuse. What fun.

	Cobalt opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, another voice joined the small group's conversation. In verse, apparently. And another bird no less, Cobalt was quickly beginning to worry he had inadvertently stumbled into some bizarre aviary. Turning to take a better look at the new entrant, he saw that he could have been closer to the truth than he thought. A raven perched on the mans shoulder, and he did not know if it was the beady eyes of the bird, or the blue-green eyes peering from behind the beaked mask, but something about the other man deeply unsettled Cobalt. Turning back to the more pleasing sight of Amaranthine, he did what he could to push the flock of birds from his thoughts. As luck would have it, she addressed him, even if it was about the good 'doctor'. He smiled as she spoke, holding out his hands as he nodded. 

	[color=lightsteelblue][b]"Of course not, madam. It would be my honour to witness your talent."[/b][/color]