[right][h3][b][i][color=a187be]Chanteuse Amaranthine[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=a187be]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Breakfast Room -> Music Room
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	A few moments passed after Amaranthine took the first bite. Hair draping around her face hid what features could be seen beyond the mask, eyes focusing on the plate she had taken the single slice from. Lips thinning before she took another bite. Her head jerked to the side and tilted up to look towards the voice that spoke to her. It was Dr. Swamp. As he asked the question her eyes darted down to her case and she nodded. [color=a187be]"Correct,"[/color] she said after she swallowed the remains of the cheese. There was another inquiry she had not answered yet, whether or not she would play. That was a question that would require a bit more thought on the matter. Looking at the food, she pondered as her bottom lip curled in and she bit down on it with her canine tooth. 
	
	There was a deep breath that caused her corset to rise and fall sharply. Lifting her head her shoulders squared and she turned to face the man. [color=a187be]"One piece of art deserves another in turn. Yes, if should wish,"[/color] she answered in her sing-song like voice. More were entering and her eyes moved to them before turning her back to the growing crowd. Her steps became long for her short legs as she strode to the next door and opened it. Eyes circled from left to right in a large arc as she took in the room. 

	Like the others the wood was dark on the walls and the ceiling, the floor marble, seating on either wall to the left and to the right, a fireplace crackling with life. In the center was a grand piano that took up space in the center below a candle bearing chandelier, each flame flickering and casting shadows downwards. Stepping into the room fully her eyes kept moving around. Her feet carrying her to the back inner curve near the tail of the piano and looked back towards the door to the Breakfast room. Chin up she appeared much more sure footed than she had before.