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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Front of Manor Outside -> Grand Vestibule (E9)
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	The first thing that he noticed was the click of firearm hammers coming to rest in the ready position. Lots of them. This served to snap him back into something more of how he was when this latest chapter in the book of his blackmail began. He did not break stride, forcing himself to maintain the same cadence of [i]cane-step step, cane-step step[/i] at the same speed as earlier. He reasoned that it would be difficult to continue his good and necessary work were he a corpse, and so strove to keep any of his inner thoughts from reflecting in his actions. The Doctor was there for important reasons, at least one of which was yet to be revealed to him. 

	His pace slowed a bit to address the object of his very recent sketching. She had been getting a LOT of attention, and now from ...a woman? He looked at the seemingly promiscuous woman oddly for a half second, then returned to his intended course of conversation. [color=7d6c00]"Chanteuse Amaranthine."[/color] He had heard her name mentioned earlier but never asked for himself, [color=7d6c00]"For the sake of this endeavor, I am called Dr. Swamp. While I am not as colorful of company, I can say that I give this event the candor and respect that it is due. This is dangerous ground. If you choose other company or [i]no[/i] company, I will understand. Otherwise, I am claiming that seat..."[/color] he pointed the beak of his mask toward a chair in the far corner, opposite of Titian and Walnut, [color=7d6c00]"...for your use."[/color] And of course, for his own use should she decline. [color=7d6c00]"By your leave. And,"[/color] he hesitated, fumbling with his words as he concluded, [color=7d6c00]"I am ...pleased... that you favored my um, my sketch."[/color] 

	Dr. Swamp nodded briskly, and strode as best he could with the assistance of his stick ([i]cane-step step, cane-step step[/i]), to come to a stop next to a chair toward the back corner of the Grand Vestibule. He set the tip of his cane down in front on him, and placed both hands atop it. If Amaranthine desired the seat, it was hers. He was just grateful to be in from the bitter cold, opulent surroundings be damned for the moment.