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[center][h1][color=99CC00]Matthew Madigan[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Camelot
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Matthew had all the faith that Colby could escape the cuffs if he wanted to. After all he was both a magician [i]and[/i] a cat. Two aloof creatures that are known for their nimbleness and ability to defy death. Unfortunately for Colby these cuffs were manifested by magic and it appeared a bit too difficult for him to break free, prompting Matthew to wonder if perhaps the cuffs would magically size up or down to disuade from such attempts. Ofcourse not much long after Colbys protest did Rosalia speak up offering yet another tired line to attempt to shift the blame. Maddie rolled his eyes at her, pausing when he noticed she had grabbed onto a knife. He half expected her to harm Colby, and before he could do anything to stop her, the crazed teen began to saw off her own hand! You'd think she was part wolf or something with such an asinine idea! 

Matthew froze in shock, his mind yelling at him to move, to stop the insanity, as his body protested and locked in place with his mouth agape. She truly was unhinged. The sounds of squelching stopped as it became a harsher tone and he began to go pale at the depth of her carving. His legs fell weak and he began to feel faint as he held onto a barstool nearby to keep himself afloat. Luckily Merlin had intervened as Matthews head began to spin. His hands fidgeting to his side, feeling the spellbook, and pulling it out to frantically search for a spell to help her heal. Sadly there was no such spell, and Gretels handiwork would have to do. Matthew placed the book back, turning to the bartender and just saying [color=99CC00]"I need your strongest spirit please."[/color]