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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Forest: 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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	Dr. Swamp flinched slightly as Cobalt slammed his chair. So greatly did the man desire this [i]particular[/i] seat, that he would not-so-subtly threaten further injury to a man with whom he had just made acquaintance, all for the sake of settling his posterior thusly. Truly this must be a chair worthy of princes and principle landowners; a seat of High Priests, a refuge where only the noblest of asses might seek respite. Perhaps this man was wronged somehow by the use of the chair. Dr. Swamp gave some tiny consideration to this possibility, be it purely from an academic point of view. He had no intention of moving until such time as they were supposed to disembark at the Manor, period, and continued insistence on the matter merely provoked him to dig in his heels further. 

	Case in point, the lady who had insisted upon sitting a seat away from the rather angry fellow, who had now seconds ago insisted that "by all means you may remain seated", now loosed her venom upon the good Doctor. Beneath his mask, an eyebrow raised at being referred to as an idiot, of all things, with the assertion that her speech should have been phrased with greater clarity to account for the forementioned lack of intellect. Like the words of the man to his other side, the doctor felt it was a crude inarticulation designed to elicit a response. Well, far be it for him to disappoint. 

	Dr. Swamp began to chuckle to himself. For the sake of manners, he cleared his throat and stifled the outer showings of his mirth. [color=7d6c00]"And yet the lady fails to see the [i]breathtakingly[/i] simple solution to everyone's benefit. How quaint that an idiot like myself has managed."[/color] The chuckle returned again, this time halted by a wince as he shifted his leg slightly, accommodating a more comfortable position for his walking cane. 

	His peripheral vision caught upward movement, demanding a turn of the head to better ascertain the nature of this new development. One of the machine's chairs had inexplicably become airborne, and was fast taking Director Kindle with it. [color=7d6c00]"...this assuredly worsens her prognosis..."[/color] he muttered, shaking his head. Nothing to be done about it now. Returning to his own immediate surroundings, he said aloud (and to no one in particular), [color=7d6c00]"Though I [i]so[/i] hope we have the same seating arrangement for supper this evening. Marvelous."[/color] From somewhere in the vicinity, the Doctor heard the sound of horse hooves nearing, but the prevailing noise around him prevented a hard and fast location. He braced himself for whatever fresh drama would befall him next.

	The mercurial nature of social gatherings often annoyed Dr. Swamp. This day was a fine example.