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[i]Mr. Cobalt.[/i] More specific than red and far less regal than gold, Alvin assumed the moniker fit him well enough. He was too lost in his thoughts on his mission to take notice of the young Chinese woman joining him and the literal giant of a man. Had he been in a calmer mind, he would probably have recognized her from his own walks throughout the University on less-dreary days. Though the days of late had been exceedingly dreary, both in weather and in an emotional sense. The one thing he did focus his eye on as the coachman beckoned them to climb aboard was the shotgun, bathed in the shadows, but still noticeable with the lantern-light. [i]Arkham was far from the safest town in America, of course, but what cause did a man need to carry a shotgun so openly? What exactly awaited them at Wilde Hall?[/i] 

Alvin snapped his mind back to the real world and nodded to the young woman and large man. [color=0077be]"I would hardly be a gentleman if I did not allow the young lady on the carriage first,"[/color] he remarked to Rosanna. That was something of a bald-faced lie. He came from working-class Irish immigrants, and their only claim to "gentle" behavior was not starting fights at Sunday mass and keeping quiet when their father came home red-faced and drunk. He then turned to the hulking Drachen, [color=0077be]"and since I was the last to arrive, it's only right to climb aboard last."[/color] He tried to not let the man's enormous visage worry him too much. If they had all worked they wait to receive invitations to this party, they were all probably good sorts, even if some looked beastly. He did wonder how comfortable sitting in a carriage would be for a man that large. Still, there was something comforting about having a companion as dangerous looking as this fellow; if he stayed on his good side, he doubted anyone would try and start trouble around him.