[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] N/A
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Titian chuckled as he brought his hand up and scratched the dark hair on his chin. Leaning back against the wall near the door he had just checked he shook his head. [color=f26522]"Hardly concerned with you darling, all butterfingers,"[/color] he said with a chortle. Two doors into the room, the one they had come in and the one where he was standing by. Only other thing of note right then was the bed that no one was paying any attention to. [color=f26522]"At least you're not asking the staff for weapons,"[/color] he said as he smiled. His eyes fluttered in one direction but he didn't give a lingering gaze to one person too long. 

	[color=f26522]"Only reason I am leaving this room is if they come back for us or if someone in here does something stupid."[/color] It was a flat tell. He had no intention of purposefully pissing the staff off. Sure he was big and he could handle himself but there were members of the staff he had seen that were as large as him and one of them was missing a tongue. He found the whole thing funny though. [color=f26522]"Oh yes, a list. Sounds right convenient. All of us brought here because of blackmail. Right trustworthy lot."[/color] He couldn't help but laugh. There was innuendo and then there was what he had seen first hand. He knew the most dangerous person in the group was in the room with them.