[right][h3][b][i][color=f26522]Mr. Titian[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=f26522]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=f26522][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Lunar Ballroom
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Titian sat there, rubbing the back of his head where the mask had been held in place, halfway listening to what was going on, halfway in his own little world. One could say he was thinking but then again his eyes didn't seem to relate that he was really doing anything but sitting there. Legs sprawled out before him, back resting against the wall. Dropping his hands into his lap he chuckled a bit. [color=f26522]"Well ain't this a shit show,"[/color] he mused. Granted his voice carried but it wasn't as if he was trying to be heard, or trying not to be heard either. He was just making a comment. 

	Looking over at Lord Bardolf when he asked Titian nodded slowly with a slight grin. [color=f26522]"Shit I am. Why I came. Fucking invite said something about taking care of this shit. I was hoping to get this fuck moment over with but it seems ain't nothing easy. Should have stayed in the pub and got a drink,"[/color] he said before glancing towards the four men who arrived after him. He watched them leave the room and then turned his attention back over to the man of the house. [color=f26522]"I could do with some food though, so a meal sounds good. What happens after that? You got a cot for us? Or should I just find a spot on the floor? Not that it matters, I'm like a dog in that manner. I can pretty much lay down anywhere and get a dirt nap,"[/color] he said with a bit of a chuckle.