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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Forest: Past the Gates (Chair 2)
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Intellect
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Slim... Yes, today was a day for unwarranted Noms de Guerre. Dr. Swamp shook his head, attempting to brush away the pseudo-insults of the plebeians from his mind. Admittedly, he [i]was[/i] rather slender. The manner in which he pointed it out, and then scooped up his potential patient without so much as a "by your leave, sir" smacked of a point of overconfidence that was likely birthed of the rather pedestrian ability to move large sacks of grain or lay bricks in a straight line. Well, it was of no importance in the long run and certainly didn't affect his reason for being at Shadowell Manor on this evening. In fact, the sudden lack of medical emergency to deal with made his entry a lot less complicated. If the lady(?) perished in the meantime, it would be upon the hands of whomever that ruffian was. Not that he expected a death; but again her death or her recovery was not material to his motivation for being there. The Doctor would, if the situation warranted it, deal with the man or merely ignore him at his leisure. 

	On the other hand, the fellow in the long nosed mask, with that everpresent bird. He showed some signs of being interesting; speaking in some manner of flowery pentameter. Perhaps he was an entertainer of some note; though were he of note his clothing might have been of better quality. Nonetheless, Dr. Swamp did enjoy the antics of a good show or dramatic reading every now and again, when work permitted. So much to do in this day and age that required the steady hand and sharp mind of a Doctor. So little time for festivities. Perhaps the man really was famous, and sought to disguise himself in the rags of a common street performer. Yes, he would inquire later. Later. 

	For now, Dr. Swamp was somewhat more captivated by the machine coming toward them all. Interesting, really. Beyond anything he had personal witnessed around the city, insofar as reliably transporting more than a couple of people, and the light sources had interesting features. Steam, obviously. Very interesting indeed. He took it in at a casual glance, giving a nod of his head to the fellow who introduced himself as Owen, and moving ever forward until he located the nearest empty seat. It appeared stable enough. Settling in, the esteemed Doctor waited patiently for the machine to rail them to the Manor proper. And then, to the Masquerade.