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[color=933d41][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor - Billiards Room
[color=933d41][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=933d41][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 3
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	[color=933d41]"Indeed,"[/color] Mauve replied in simple agreement. However, she wished to wait a little longer before venturing out of this room. It give the do-gooders a chance to vacate the corridor. It wasn't that she was nervous about being confronted for her questionable actions earlier, but more so that she didn't wish to have the inconvenience. 

	She turned around, leaning back against the billiards table. However, as she did so something just felt [i]off[/i]. A wave of fatigue seemed to hit her out of nowhere. She took in a deep breath, leaning more heavily against the table. She glanced over at Cobalt, his sudden change in demeanor evident. She eyed him as he stumbled across the room like a drunkard. [i]What, was he cracking under the pressure?[/i] Her brows shot up as he collapsed to the floor.