[right][h3][b][i][color=lightsteelblue]Justice Cobalt[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=lightsteelblue]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Dexterity
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Cobalt's brow furrowed slightly as he tried to focus. The door was open, but he still needed to get there. The light coming through the doorway was dim, and it did little to she any real light on their situation, so his progress was still slow. Even so, he pushed onwards. The sooner he was out of this room, the better. He kept his hand against the wall as he moved, using it as his guide. Luck seemed to at least be somewhat on his side, and he managed to stay on his feet, his path apparently clear. As he neared the door, he slowed. He could see silhouettes moving in the half-light, and he didn't want to blunder forward and collide with one of the other guests. Not yet at least. 

	One of their number had braved the next step already, a figure stepping through the unconventionally opened doorway, and reporting back. It wasn't the most revealing, but it was more than Cobalt could tell for himself, so he was grateful regardless. By the sounds of it, they had plenty of paths before them, and seeing as they were still apparently being left to their own devices up here, Cobalt was inclined to explore. If nothing else, it meant that once they were out of 'Confinement', then they weren't as bound to each other's presence. There were definitely one or two guests that Cobalt would happily spend some time apart from. As if on cue, the voice of 'the planner' piped up again, and Cobalt had to hold back a sigh. 

	The woman still seemed obsessed with the idea of planning, and in truth, Cobalt was almost impressed she hadn't dropped it by now. Nearly every other guest present had dismissed her idea, and yet she continued. Before Cobalt could open his mouth to berate her himself, one of the other guests did, in a fairly impressive manner. Considering the new speaker was the same voice that had announced their freedom, and therefore likely the same person that had won said freedom, Cobalt decided that this was a woman it could be worthwhile staying close to. If nothing else, she seemed to have her head screwed on right. Before he could reach her, however, she slipped through the doorway as well, into the unknown beyond. Cobalt frowned again, and took a step closer to the door. As far as he was concerned, his future lay beyond that door, and he wanted that future to be as imminent as possible.