[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: Gaming Room
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Charisma 
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Cobalt caught hold of Amaranthine's hand before she could pull it away, pulling her backwards and almost off her feet. He made it a few paces backwards before she managed to yank her hand free, and the withering look she gave him shook him out of whatever moment of madness had seized him. Frowning slightly, more at himself than anything, Cobalt watched as Amaranthine turned back to the four men and seemed to agree, to something at least, but there was still a distinct tension in the room, a chill that wasn't simply from the night air still blowing through the open doorway. 

	Now that he had at least somewhat come to his senses, Cobalt did what he could to repair the damage his lapse may have caused. His mouth firmly set into the friendliest smile he could manage, he nodded his head towards first Amaranthine, then the four men, and then the doctor. 

	[color=lightsteelblue][b]"Please forgive me, Chanteuse, for that indiscretion. And I hope I haven't made too much of a fool out of myself before you gentleman. I can only blame the stress of the evening for that momentary lapse in judgement."[/b][/color]

	Justice kept holding his easy smile. Luck had certainly seemed to turn against him in the last few moments, but if he couldn't rely on his charm, what could he rely on?