[right][h3][b][i][color=a187be]Chanteuse Amaranthine[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=a187be]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Laboratory (Attic) 
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Dexterity 
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Amaranthine looked over towards Swamp as he called her devious and shook her head rapidly, denying that she was being devious. Maybe she was a little but it wasn't without pure intent on some level. [color=a187be]"Survival instinct I suppose you could say. Hurting no one by being able to have a moment alone to know if anything might be of use or if there is a way to escape if it calls for it,"[/color] she rationalized to Swamp as she spoke. Her eyes, even in the low light spoke volumes. She was truly not trying to be devious with her actions, just wanting to be able to have a path. Same as she did when she took the keys from Quinton. With all the talk, with the death, the scream, it made sense in her mind to have an exit plan. She wasn't exactly built to fight. She was built more for flight if she needed to, so she worked with what she had to gain what she needed. 

	Nodding she looked down at the keys in her hand. [color=a187be]"Yes, of course,"[/color] she said agreeing with him and his plan so far. Not that it was much of one but it made sense enough. Looking around, the door along the west most wall was closest to them. Motioning for him to follow her with the lamp, she moved over to it and looked at the lock as best she could. The keys were nearly all identical. [color=a187be]"This may take a moment,"[/color] she said as she picked a key and tried it. It didn't work. Another key, wouldn't fit. Third time a charm? Nope. Forth, fifth, nothing. The sixth though slipped into the lock and turned it. It click and slowly she pulled the door open. [color=a187be]"Stairs... going down,"[/color] she said as she looked back over to him and pulled the keys from the lock, making sure to keep a hold of them. 
	

[right][h3][b][i][color=rosybrown]Hello Darkness My Old Friend: Part 4[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=rosybrown]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]
	[color=ed1c24][i]*Remember, roll request can be placed at the bottom of the post and results will be posted in the next update. Still dark, so remember the general rule of thumb, unless someone says something you don't know what they are doing. Rolls for movement because there is a group, have to see if you bump into someone or something.[/i][/color]

	Where Titian is the light fades as Quinton has now moved down the stairs and is on the floor below or even further elsewhere. Titian won't know otherwise. 

	Over with Swamp and Amaranthine, things are quiet in the room they are in and there is nothing on the stairs or on the walls. Seems empty from what they can see with the low light of the lamp that Swamp has. 

	In the Confinement room, as Moss tries to flip the bed, it does not go well the first time and Moss's grip will slip. Trying again, he is able to flip the bed over but it bumps into Walnut, she is able to get out of the way before it crashes on top of her though. With having to take two tries to get the bed to flip, Moss is unable to try to remove a cross section this round. 
	
[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: ? (Attic)
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Wisdom, Dexterity 
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Seeing the light fade more and more until it was gone, Titian took a moment and just stood there. Listening to see if he could hear anything. Nothing was coming to him right then but now that the little light that the lamp that Quinton had been was gone, his eyes were readjusting to the darkness a bit better. It would suck and be painful if the lights were to come back on now but he wasn't hearing anything. More than that he wasn't smelling anything, which was good in his mind. If he smelled gas that meant that the gas was still running somewhere and could build up. If that happened and someone went to light a lamp, it could cause a much bigger problem than just being stuck in the dark. You know, boom wise. And they had had enough things go skyward tonight as far as he was concerned. No smell was better than any smell. 

	Reaching out, he took it slowly. Just as he had been since he left that room, and felt around. Making sure to keep one hand above him and one hand right in front of him. He refused to actually pick his feet up. Not wanting to step in a hole or down a set of stairs unknowingly. Sliding his feet across the ground meant he had a better chance of feeling a dip in the floor before the full weight of a foot tried to step. It wasn't something he really had to think about though, which was lucky for him. Thinking wasn't exactly his strong suit. This was more muscle memory. Gradually and slowly he made his way across the room and found where the stairs were. Stopping where he was he looked down. Everything seemed alright and clear for now but he would wait a moment before he started to go down them, still listening to see if he could hear anything. Better safe than sorry at this point.