[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: Gun Room
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Titian was glad that Walnut was at his side, and that joy was evident on his features as he seemed to constantly hold some form of grin or smirk or ll out wide toothed grin on his face. The man seemed happy. Now if that was because of Walnut on his arm or not, who knew for they hadn't known him before tonight but so far he seemed a rather jolly fellow despite the over all circumstances of the night that had drawn them all together. Maybe he was happy, maybe he was just too dumb to know any different. Was the big arms, small brain thing a factor in this? Who knew. 

	Looking down at Walnut the grin grew as her eyes widened. Sure she was speaking to the servant in her words but he was watching her. That was until there was a call that echoed down the hallway and he heard someone being paged. He could only assume it was either for the man that had wanted the chair or the man that had refused to give one up earlier. Either way, that yell wasn't for him and his attention turned back to Walnut and the servant, interested to see what was answered, especially considering the man hadn't answered his question as of yet. [color=f26522]"What, cat got your tongue?"[/color] he asked with half a laugh. Mind you, if the man had no tongue because of some horrific cat trauma it would make thing awkward but hell, what were the chances of that happening?