[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: Joyous Corridor -> Gaming Room
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Perception, Charisma 
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Cobalt was still standing outside the ajar door as the music stopped, as suddenly as it had sprung to life. His hand hesitated, half-outstretched to push the door open, as he heard voices within. He could hear the doctor and Amaranthine talking. She certainly seemed willing to please him, but it seemed that the doctor seemed to be taking the initiative, even seeming to suggest a loose friendship between the two. Cobalt decided that it was perhaps time for him to interject. 

	Gently pushing open the door, Cobalt slowly clapped, smiling beneath his mask as he nodded his head slightly towards Amaranthine, carefully watching her as he spoke. 

	[b][color=lightsteelblue]"Beautiful playing, Chanteuse. I join the good doctor in admitting that I am now in your debt. You've brought a sense of beauty and joy to a place that is sorely lacking it, and for that I am more than grateful."[/color][/b]