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[color=c4df9b][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: State Dining Room (3rd Floor)
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6?
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	Rave's attention was pulled from the very pleased Ferret on her shoulder. Important to note was that what the ferret was really thinking about or if it was thinking anything at all, was a whole other matter. It was an animal, smart one that was true, but if it carried intelligence on part of a human she didn't know. She was sure it might be gloating though, probably because she kept it in the pocket for too long and all this commotion made it irritated. She didn't bother trying to put it back into the pocket though, it's claws had sank into her coat so it was going to be pain to do so.

	Instead she returned her attention to the others, Moss and Penance seemed somewhat at a loss at what to do, which Rave understood, she herself didn't really know what to do. That said the tension at the table was growing and even she at the pain she was in right now, could very well get a sense of that. Refusing to remove those masks and then just trying to downplay the host's opinion wasn't the best idea. For all the man knew, one of them could be plotting his demise, but she didn't have the desire to get involved in that. She was going to heed the Lord's opinion and just comply with his rules and desires. His home, his domain, his rules, this was teh situation and nothing could change it.

	The ferret on her shoulder made a complex maneuver to chance the shoulders it was on, still using it's pointy lil claws, causing her to flinch as it moved from one shoulder to the other, causing her much discomfort in the process. She groaned, as she threw an angry look at the lil beastie, a beastie that was like a few inches away from her face.

	Rave's attention suddenly shifted back to her leg as the Lord explained to her that the supposed doctor got shot, by the professor. Guess that explains what had transpired back there with the shot... Her leg was still hurting and she could see blood, but at least the Lord was in good enough mood to actually allow for aid to be called or at least she hoped it was aid. Either that or he didn't want her bleeding too much all over his Dinning hall... she didn't mind either way.[color=c4df9b]" I'm sorry... "[/color] Rave apologized.[color=c4df9b]" I was too careless and caused needless problems."[/color] She didn't mention that she had just been blined by a candle of all things and butterfingered her way into this situation because of it. Now she could only hope that help arrived promptly enough and that this seemed a lot worse than it actually was... What were the chances though? She was trying to be optimistic.