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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Seat X -> Seat J(!)
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	A sudden and striking sight came into the otherwise horribly disinterested Dr. Swamp. It was a vision masked in wispy, worked steel, her attire and voice serving only to accentuate the qualities, both obvious and ethereal, that which extracted the normally antisocial Doctor from his immediate concerns. [color=7d6c00]"I'd give up my [i]chair[/i] for that woman."[/color] he observed quietly, to himself. It was more of a revelation when he realized that it was most assuredly true; not only [i]would[/i] he give up his chair, but, [color=7d6c00]"I [i]shall[/i] give up my chair for that woman."[/color] Again, too quietly to detect by those around him, partially because there was no one really around him, but it served to embolden his decision nonetheless.  

	Taking up his stout walking cane, Dr. Swamp pushed himself to his feet. He leaned heavily upon the stick, yet still managed to cover the space necessary to bring him closer to the woman who had influenced him to leave that which he was so amazingly sarcastic to maintain, and just by her arrival. Exhaling a breath from under his osseous, avian mask, he took some presumption in seating himself next to her. [color=7d6c00]"Madame, manners and sociability are not my forte. I tend to be offputting when I ought endear. It is a curse. Instead, unless you object strenuously,"[/color] he pulled a sketchpad and drawing utensil from his inner vest pocket, [color=7d6c00]"I should wish to draw your likeness. It is solid rarity that I find someone who impresses me as much as myself. The occasion demands recording by a hand as noteworthy as the subject of said record."[/color] He made the first arc on the blank paper before halting, enunciating words as if they were unfamiliar, [color=7d6c00]"Might I, ...please?"[/color]