[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 listened and he smiled a bit. [color=f26522]"Don't matter to me, I'm good in a bed of dirt,"[/color] he said with a chuckle. Did nothing get this man down? Apparently not. Bridge blown? Nope. Woman shot to the sky and splattering all over the place. Nope. Man's head bashed in? As far as anyone there knew, nope. Hell he was smiling shortly after it and popping grapes. Seemed the Titian fellow was all smiled and chuckles. Even at the suggestion that they may be housed with the servants, which usually meant some place in the basement with the earth as a floor and bad beds or cots that had rats scurrying around and the smell of the sewage pit wafting in from all angles. 

	Standing up, he smoothed his pants down a bit and tugged at the bottom of his over-jacket. Leaving his mask on the bench he had been sitting on and taking a look around at everyone as their masks came off. This only made his smile grown even more. [color=f26522]"Pity such lovely faces have been covered up for so long,"[/color] he mused more to himself than to actually voice a compliment to the women in the room. Looking back at Lord Bardolf he smirked a bit. [color=f26522]"Might as well put me with the servants. I'm obnoxious,"[/color] he said with a cheeky grin before following the man towards the door. [color=f26522]"Shit, when isn't a good time for a drink. Bottoms up pops!"[/color]