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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Grand Vestibule (E9) -> Breakfast Room
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Keen, artist's eyes scanned the crowd of people for reactions to the Lord's imposing declaration. It was much as he expected. In his own way, Dr. Swamp knew people inside and out. Some would always remain a mystery. But some mysteries were made to be puzzled out. A good example of this would be why they had all been summoned to this potentially hostile place. As soon as the Lord of the Manor closed the doors behind him, the Doctor took assisted steps in the wake of Chanteuse Amaranthine. His cane made soft tapping sounds across the floor as he made his way, like she did, into the room through the door to the west. 

	After viewing the excellent repast set out within the room, Swamp realized that he had a polite interest in putting something into his stomach. Initial reaction made him take a step toward the tables, but prudence slowed him. Specifically, the prudence shown by Amaranthine. He nodded soberly and mimicked her actions, selecting a piece of fruit for himself and giving it a thorough look before taking a small bite for himself. Curiously, the incident with the railed steam vehicle was on his mind. 

	As he waited to see if any unknown factors presented themselves from within the fruit, Dr. Swamp took in his surroundings. Light to moderate refreshment set out as if for expected company, windows that faced the exterior and an inner courtyard, and a grand fireplace crackling against the chill season. Sparing a glance to the young lady in the room with him, he spoke quietly, [color=7d6c00]"You are right to be concerned, Miss."[/color] The Doctor shook is head, trying to clear some of his negativity away, [color=7d6c00]"That is a violin case, correct? I'm fond of music, myself. When my work allows, I mean to say. Might you favor us with a song later?"[/color] He caught himself before continuing, [color=7d6c00]"I don't mean to impose."[/color]