[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] N/A
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Titian stood there and grinned at Rave. [color=f26522]"Soup for us it is then,"[/color] he said with a wink. It wasn't so much that he was flirting. Okay, maybe he was. But it wasn't a strong flirt. It was his general flirt. General personality. The man seemed to be willing to smile or wink or give a grin to anyone. Hell if he was drunk enough and there was a pretty enough potted plant with flowers on it he would probably try to talk it up. The man just didn't seem to have a clue that one could actually not smile or grin in a situation. He might have been tall and strong but with the amount of grins he gave one might conclude that his strongest muscles were actually in his cheeks at this rate, and we're not talking about the back side cheeks either. Which, if he was or even was not asked his opinion of, were magnificent. 

	Looking around, he took note of the new woman in the room and the guards, and the fact that Swamp needed shit, and that Amaranthine was going to help him. How? Hold his cane? Shaking his head he just stood there as he crossed his arms over his chest. Ever grinning. He wasn't causing problems, other than being obnoxious from time to time. The man was either daft or really good at hiding intelligence. Chances were he was daft. No one that walked around that happy all the time got out of infancy without being dropped on their head at least a few times. Maybe that was where that scar came from.