[right][h3][b][i][color=933d41]Madam Mauve[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=933d41]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=933d41][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor - Music Room (Couch)
[color=933d41][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Wisdom
[color=933d41][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 3
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	Mauve tensed and leaned away slightly as the raven on the Master's shoulder began to loudly shriek and flap its wings. She eyed it carefully, ignoring the four unmasked strangers present in the room until she was certain that the rat with wings wasn't about to claw her eyes out. As the man's hand came out to successfully soothe the bird, she finally started to relax back into her seat. Her dark blue eyes flitted to the side to meet Master Plum's icy eyes as he spoke to her once more.

	Her lips tightened, and she cocked her head a bit to the side as her eyes narrowed. Her gaze flickered between the raven and the man. The corner of her lips twitched underneath her mask. She then leaned in towards him like she had a secret to tell him. [color=933d41]"It was endearing for like half a second, now it's just freaking annoying,"[/color] she hissed under her breath, her gaze then turned sharply to look at that damn bird. [color=933d41]"Now cut the crap, [I]or the bird gets it!![/I]"[/color] However, she didn't wait for a response, instead electing to lunge for the bird. She was intent upon grabbing it and tossing it into the fire where it belonged.