[right][h3][b][i][color=lightgreen]Madam Envy[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=lightgreen]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=lightgreen][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Breakfast Room
[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 smiled inside her mask, bearing a rather proud stance as she eyed each and everyone in the room. Her eyes followed  the woman who for some unknown reason had to hurry herself out of the room, ignoring her then turning her attention back to the group. One introduced himself as Captain Moss, and the other one being Prima Rave. She returned their introductions [color=lightgreen]"Charmed."[/color] giving a slight nod to Moss, and then to Rave, who, to Madam Envy, sounded less impressed than the other man by reasons she herself could only assume. Never the less she made her wary, if there is even a hint of suspicion on her--she may know better than to dismiss it.

Their pleasantries were cut by a loud ring, Madam Envy could only figure it coming from the front door. More guests perhaps, but playing for which side of the game, she has no clue. Envy turned to Moss [color=lightgreen]"I would like to see more of the place. " [/color]she says to him [color=lightgreen]"Though if you think it necessary, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to take a peek on the newly arrived 'guests'."[/color]At the moment Madam Envy itches to see more of the mansion, but that could always wait. She took the last sip on her goblet and settled it down at the edge of the table. Her throat is calm for now, though sooner she would need to drink something solidly warm, and not the usual feeling one gets from mere alcohol.