[right][h3][b][i][color=f26522]Mr. Titian[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=f26522]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=f26522][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: [url=https://image.ibb.co/foFVGV/lunar-ballroom.jpg]Lunar Ballroom[/url] -> Starry Salon
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Intelligence
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Titian gave a slight chuckle as he rubbed the bottom of his chin, scratching the hair slightly. [color=f26522]"I am sure we can improvise,"[/color] he said followed by a wink. Leading her from the Lunar Ballroom into the Starry Salon he looked around. Quinton was still standing there in front of the door that lead eastward, exactly where they were told not to go. Looking ahead that was back where they had just come from not too terribly long ago. Then there was the other door, the one they were told lead to the trophy room. 

	The man seemed to ponder to himself for a moment. The man looked down at Professor Walnut and leaned in, whispering against her ear. He made sure to keep his voice down, it seemed as if he didn't want the staff to know what he was saying. Quinton, whether he did or did not, did not show any interest. Standing up straight, Titian waited for the little petite gem on his arm to chose which way they would go. One was pointless, one was guarded, which left two: To the south or to the west. Was it a time to take the path they knew or try something new?