[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 -> Starry Salon
[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 gave a cheeky grin towards Lord Bardolf. He knew he could be annoying, you know to those that had no taste but to himself he was a perfect gem. Why wouldn't he be? He was fun, cheery, strong and oh my oh so pretty. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirrors along the wall as they entered the Starry Salon he took a moment to admire himself. Adjusting his collar some before glancing over his shoulder towards the rest of the group pulling up the rear. It seemed everyone was coming along. Probably a good thing since even before the Lord Of The Manor had mentioned a drink he had mentioned dinner. Probably a good idea to fill ones belly. Who knew, this might be their last meal. If shit kept up that was. 

	One was already dead that he knew of for sure. No way splatter girl was still walking after that crash and clean up over at the front gate. And he was damn sure that the whole crushed skull and gun scenario had yielded another. Now thinking on it and looking around there were at least four others that were not present other than the two or three he was sure was with the dead poet's society. Wait, there was one now coming out of the Trophy room he and Walnut had went through earlier in the evening. [color=f26522]"Shit man you missed a lot. Bridge went boom, we're stuck here a while, might as well get comfortable,"[/color] he said towards the man he didn't know his name yet, but it was Cobalt and as far as the whole getting comfortable thing went, Titian was pointing to his head where his mask had been removed. Cobalt was the only one around them that still had a mask on, so he figured he hadn't heard yet.