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[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Billiards Room
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Wisdom, Charisma
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Mauve seemed to follow Cobalt's gaze, and realise what he was referring to. The answer she gave was a sign of some trust between the two at least, although it wasn't far from what Cobalt had been expecting. She hadn't killed anyone at least, and from what she was saying, it had only been in self-defence. Cobalt met her gaze as he pondered her proposal. She could clearly handle herself, judging by her story, and if guests were going to be running around attempting to stab one another, then it certainly made sense to have some semblance of an ally. As a call for help echoed through the door, and Mauve made it clear she was in no mood for helping the wounded man she had left in her wake, Cobalt made his decision. An easy smile crossed his face, his eyes not leaving Mauve's as he spoke. 

	[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]"I'm shocked that anyone could find it in themselves to try and hurt you, Madam, but I'm glad that his aim left so much to be desired. I would certainly enjoy a companion for the evening, and there are none I would choose over you. The only tragedy is that your beauty is hidden behind that mask, but perhaps we can remedy that in time."[/b][/i][/color]

	As he finished, a bell rang through the house again, but Cobalt's eyes didn't leave Mauve, watching for any reaction from the woman standing before him.