[right][h3][b][i][color=7d6c00]Dr. Swamp[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=7d6c00]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color] [color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Forest: Front Gate [color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4 [color=7d6c00]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right] Swamp, indeed. It was an interesting, if not very accurate pseudonym that was forced upon him, in his estimation. No matter, it would suffice for now. It would probably be for the best that he be lent the use of an alias. The man now known as Dr. Swamp settled back in his seat within his carriage, hoping to get a small nap before it was time to socialize. Try as he might, sleep did not seem to want to take him that hour. His mind was abuzz with a million things, some of which were in preparation for just this night. It would ordinarily be an exceptionally rare privilege to visit the illustrious and secretive Shadowell Manor, but upon this day much of the luster had been taken from the pearl of the event. Hopefully there would be cake. He did rather enjoy cake. The carriage rolled to a stop near the large, foreboding gates of Shadowell Manor, it's driver resolute in his professional endeavors and yet hesitant about approaching too closely, circumstances given what they were. Instead, he gave a sharp but polite rap on the footrest of his perch, giving final notice to the assertion that they had arrived. The good Doctor grabbed up his personals and made sure that his mask was comfortable and well-fitting. He would be wearing it for a long time, and under unusual circumstances. Swinging open the door to his fine carriage, Dr. Swamp retrieved a stout, knob headed walking cane, suitable for gentlemanly outings of this nature, and stepped out into the weather of the season. The sudden rush of biting cold struck him; had he forgotten to bring his overcoat again? It seemed a pity, he did very much like his coat and it would have been useful to him at the present. While the Doctor did appreciate the cold over excessive warmth, the telltale shivering that came about him unbidden did convey the fact that he would much rather be indoors at that moment. A slow, knowing nod was given to the driver, followed by a coin pressed into his palm. Understanding his duties, the driver nodded back and retook his position with the carriage, leaving Dr. Swamp to see to his affairs. Leaning heavily upon his walking stick, Dr. Swamp moved to join the milling group of people in finery with faces obscured, and settled his gaze over on such individual in particular. Another gentleman, or so he assumed, wearing mask and garb not dissimilar from his own, but of seemingly lesser, almost comical quality. He gave the man long regard before observing the rest of the persons gathered in greater detail, noting the lopsided ratio of ladies present. A smile might have been visible from under his mask, if viewed from the proper angle. Anonymity may lead to other, more interesting forms of trouble, be it tryst or merely social frivolity. Dr. Swamp adjusted the flower on his lapel, a beautiful, delicate thing of clockwork petals rather than its natural counterpart, and produced his invitation from his inside vest pocket. Dogs and doormen, guns and secrecy. High fences and blood and masks. What joys this night would bring. As it came his turn to step through the gates, the Doctor noted with some reservation that the lady in front of him had chosen that moment to collapse. With a sigh, Dr. Swamp knelt before the prone and prostrate figure of Director Kindle. [color=7d6c00]"I dare not make assumption without a proper evaluation, though a layman might guess that the weather is a factor."[/color] he said with a touch of impatience. From his kneeling position, Dr. Swamp held up his invitation to the imposing gatekeeper with a shivering hand, completing his thought aloud, [color=7d6c00]"We need to get her inside immediately. She must have an invitation somewhere."[/color] The Doctor took a quick look around, hoping it would be located quickly.