[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] Dexterity, Dexterity
[color=933d41][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 3
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	Mauve's hands were met with empty air as the prized raven quickly flew the coop when she lunged for it. Her miffed gaze followed its flight, before quickly snapping back to Master Plum as she caught his movement out of the corner of her eye. When she saw the telltale glint of metal, she instinctively pulled away from the man, her breath coming in sharply in alarm. Time then seemed to slow down, as a dagger was unceremoniously drawn and then unintentionally thrown. Her blue eyes followed its arc and then rapid descent downward where it struck its mark in the man's foot rather than her own precious flesh.

	Her gaze snapped back up, her nostrils flaring. There was a startlingly dark intensity to her eyes, before something shifted bringing a softer glint to their otherwise menacing nature. Laughter bubbled up from her throat, certainly not the reaction one would expect from someone who nearly just got stabbed. [color=933d41]"I suppose I should give you credit for trying,"[/color] she purred as she casually leaned down. She maintained steady eye contact with him as she grasped the hilt of the dagger and then used her weight to unremorsefully press the blade deeper into his flesh. She then gave it a sharp tug in order to yank it back out. She maneuvered the dagger in her hand to where it was blade up as she straightened back up in her seat. She held the bloody dagger up slightly, seemingly admiring the way the crimson red drops of blood caught the light. Her gaze then flitted back over to Master Plum. [color=933d41]"Your move,"[/color] she stated coolly.