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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: 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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	Dr. Swamp thought back to the carriage ride on the way in. It was a little uncomfortable, but not so much as stepping out of it once they reached the gates. Then the machine - wondrous, advanced, but lethal to one of them. Was it an intentional trap? Would these little accidents continue? His physical liabilities prevented him from reacting with the same gusto as others, and this house could be loaded with interesting surprises for the unwary. The thought was bolstered by the words of the man in the fresh, shiny suit. Reflexively, the Doctor moved his hand to Amaranthine's shoulder in an attempt to be supportive. 

	The first sentence that the Lord of the Manor stuck with him. [i]They were not invited.[/i] That wasn't exactly true, persay. They were most definitely invited. There was a paper and everything. They just weren't invited by the man who made those decisions. It was semantics, really. A moot point considering the locked doors and armed guards. One thing was for certain: Whatever plans Dr. Swamp had in regards for this event were obliterated. For the first time in a very long time, Dr. Swamp's heart quickened its pace. He did not like the situation, not one bit. But it [i]was[/i] interesting. Forcing himself not to move any more than he had to, he answered the very important looking man's question in a clear, respectful voice, [color=7d6c00]"Crystal clear, My Lord."[/color] Someone had fooled them. All of them, and gotten them in the same place at the same time. He would like to meet this person. [color=7d6c00]"Humbly my Lord, where do we go from here?"[/color]