[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] Constitution
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	The answer from the girl wasn't what he wanted to hear, and the brief hope of a drink had only made his throat drier. Trying to ignore it as best he could, Cobalt managed a smile. Since he had woken up, his groggy senses had been straining for some clue, any slight sound, that could tell him where he was, but there was nothing. He didn't even know if he was even still in Shadowell Manor. His only companion seemed to be growing in confidence at least, and he watched as she stepped out from behind the pillar. The dress she wore was as pale as she was, and Cobalt saw her eyes still flickered around, never staying still, even when she looked straight at him. 

	Her voice was soft, and for that at least he was grateful, his head still throbbing slightly, and he certainly wasn't opposed to her suggestion. Someone had dragged him here, and from the sounds of it, it wasn't the girl. He didn't fancy hanging around to find out who it was, certainly not in the state he was in. He braced himself for the effort of rising to his feet, or at least attempting to. 

	Clambering to his feet, Cobalt managed a weak smile towards the girl again, as he gestured slightly. He was getting stronger with every passing moment, for that he was thankful at least. 

	[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]"Please. Lead the way."[/b][/i][/color]