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[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Perception
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Cobalt's hand traced the door frame for a moment, eyes closing to concentrate on what he could feel, even though it made no difference in the pitch black. Finally, he moved to the door itself. If they were going to get out of the room, it stood to reason that the doors offered the best avenue for that. As he felt for the doorknob itself, to test if the door was still locked, his headache suddenly spiked. The pain was like a lance through the front of his skull, and Cobalt's couldn't help but wince, one hand instinctively going to grip his forehead. While he waited for the pain to subside, he couldn't help but overhear what his fellow guests were saying. What he heard did nothing to improve his mood. 

	Titian had come across as an oaf, but by the sounds of it, he may well have been the smartest one in the room. Two of his fellow guests had apparently found their way to the bed, but for what purpose? They were in a room that had been labelled as 'Confinement', and had clearly been imprisoned within it, so he doubted there would be a concealed tool hidden within the room. For a start, it would seriously undermine the effectiveness of the room in confining anyone. The only other male voice in the room seemed to speaking nonsense as well. No way out of the room other than the door that their friend had locked them out of? Trying to unravel that certainly wasn't helping Cobalt's headache. There had clearly been two doors in the room. The one that they had entered through, that Cobalt was now standing beside, and the one that Titian had been loitering by. If the man didn't realise that, then he was clearly just a pretty face. 

	The two guests fumbling about by the bed, Cobalt could just about tolerate, because at least in their own misguided way they were trying to help. It was the other two that were grating on him. Sitting there and lamenting their situation while doing nothing to change it. Cobalt's impatience had been bubbling for a while, and when he heard one of the guests, a female voice he couldn't place, suggesting they look for a light source, as if that was a revolutionary idea, he couldn't stop himself from letting off some steam, gritting his teeth as he spoke, keeping his voice as level and controlled as he could. If they needed to be led to the water to drink, then he was going to lead them, even if he had to drag them by their collars. 

	[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]"By all means, ladies, you are more than welcome to help. Unless someone is able to magic light from thin air, then we need to focus on getting out of this room., so if someone can check the door that Titian was standing by, I'm sure we would all be grateful."[/b][/i][/color]