[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: Confinement (Attic)
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Wisdom
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Titian looked over at Cobalt and chuckled a bit. [color=f26522]"I'll take my chances with the people of the house. Sorry between them and this group, they aren't the ones killin' folk. So go ahead, have fun with that. Good luck,"[/color] he said with a grin. Titian wasn't the brightest in the group, by far, but he knew one thing. He had seen two murders straight out so far and both of those were committed by people that were part of the whole [i]shouldn't be here tonight[/i] group. He'd tried to cover for one already but that was blown off so no need to try again. Sure, some seemed to be going along with what Cobalt was saying but he wasn't buying it. He wasn't going to get stabbed in the back by trying to work with these people. Better to have your own back, at least then you knew what was what. 

	Turning his head as he heard something drop he looked over towards Penance and smirked. [color=f26522]"Aww drop something?"[/color] he said as the smirk turned into a broad smile as his eyes glanced down at the weapon she dropped. So people were armed, at least one was in any case. Walking along the wall, he moved to the opposite end of the room and to the door opposite of the one they had entered through. He was sure it was locked but it didn't hurt to try. Yup, sealed. Looking at the door he was pretty sure he could break it down if he needed. Leaning back against the wall next to it he watched the group. If shit went down, he'd give it ago. If they ended up killing each other, it wasn't his problem.