[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: Billiards Room
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Constitution
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	A wave of fatigue washed over Cobalt, and he reached out a hand to steady himself on the billiards table itself. The room seemed to sway, just for an instant, and he shook his head to try and clear it. Maybe he was simply tired, the stress of the evening finally catching up with him, or maybe it was something more sinister... Pushing the thought from his head, Cobalt shut his eyes as he tried to steady himself. 

	He almost fell as the feeling threatened to consume him. Whatever it was, it wasn't fading. His ears roaring, sweat running down his brow. His tongue felt too big for his mouth, but even if he had wanted to speak, he felt like the effort might make him pass out. Leaning heavily on the table for support, and through suddenly bleary eyes, he saw the line of chairs against one of the rooms walls. Moving painfully slowly, but needing to focus on every step, Cobalt inched his way along the billiards table. 

	Taking a deep breath as his support reached an abrupt and unwelcome stop. The distance between the table and the chairs could only be a metres, but to Cobalt, it may as well have been a chasm without end. Taking a deep breath, realising that if he didn't at least sit down, he might be shortly getting better acquainted with the floor. Pushing himself away from the table, he staggered the couple of paces into the abyss, and all but fell into the welcoming arms of one of the chairs. Struggling to maintain consciousness, Cobalt took deep breathes, his eyes closed as he tried to stop his head from spinning.