[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: State Dining Room (3rd Floor)
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Wisdom
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	The large man known as Mr. Titian looked over at Prima Rave and gave her a broad grinned as he knelt down next to her. If anyone came too close he was large enough to move them most likely. The woman needed air and room until someone got there that knew what they were doing. [color=f26522]"Sure thing girl, ain't nothing no decent person wouldn't have done,"[/color] he said, giving her a bit of a wink. Whether he was being sassy or not was anyone's guess. Chances were he wasn't thinking that hard on it and was just spouting off the first thing that came to his mind. The man wasn't exactly a planner. Titian didn't plan, he did!

	Turning his head he glanced over as a commotion started to rise and stood up slowly. That was... Unexpected. The Lord of the Manor had just keeled over. Tilting his head to the side like a confused dog he looked at the man's plate. He hadn't gotten any food yet. And hadn't drank anything that he could remember. [color=f26522]"Nah, if it was the food or the drink, I'd already be dead,"[/color] he said before looking at the door as more came in. So the doctor was there now and the professor, and the little woman he had warned. She obviously didn't listen to him. Shrugging he knelt back down next to Prima Rave. [color=f26522]"Don't worry, it ain't nothin' bad, I've had worse,"[/color] he told her as he pointed to a very faded scar that ran the length of his face on one side. It was hard to see unless it was in the right light or was pointed out. It went right over his eye.