[right][h3][b][i][color=lightsteelblue]Justice Cobalt[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=lightsteelblue]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Unknown
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Even the voice of the strange girl caused lances of pain through Cobalt's aching head, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the slight respite of the sweet darkness for a moment, before summoning the strength to open his eyes again. He saw that the girl had moved out from behind the pillar, only by a little, but enough for him to see her better. Her eyes never seemed to settle on one thing, constantly darting around, always seeming to avoid looking at the candles that burnt around the room. Struggling, he sat upright, although the effort made his head throb. Pressing one hand to the side of the head, he had to ask himself the same question that had just left her lips. 

	In truth, his head was starting to ache a little less, and he could feel the room spinning slower than it had when he had first woken up. He'd recover, but that was the extent of his self-diagnosis. He still didn't know what had caused him to suddenly pass out, and he certainly didn't know where he was, or how he had come to be waking up in this strange chapel. His throat was still painfully dry, and he glanced across at the girl, managing a weak smile, ignoring how rough his voice sounded when he spoke.

	[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]"I've been worse. I could use a drink though. Some water perhaps? Please."[/b][/i][/color]