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[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Starry Salon -> Lunar Ballroom
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[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Walnut looked at Titian for a moment, considering his words. There was something dark and sinister that she felt for a moment, at the notion that the snow would not just overwhelm one's person [i]but drown them.[/i] Altogether, there were worse ways to meet one's end. The irritating woman from earlier had experienced one of them, shot into the sky by her own chair and then smashed into the ground below. Walnut had little doubt that the woman would have greatly preferred to be drowned by snow as an alternative demise. 

	As they entered the ballroom, Walnut followed after Titian as he opened the door, she noticed the palpable drop in temperature. Was that its intended purpose - to force couples to dance closely? She felt the cold as if it crawled up her skin, her pale and delicate features easily revealing her body's response to just about any change in temperature. [color=7ea7d8]"Curious...for a family of such apparent wealth to have a room without a fireplace for warmth,"[/color] Walnut mused. [color=7ea7d8]"Perhaps this is where the cold and not the snow truly drowns you..."[/color]