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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Breakfast Room -> Music 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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	Dr. Swamp had not expected pleasant conversation. Such as it was a conversation, at any rate, and not the occasional bit of commentary between moments wondering if something horrible was about to happen to them. This house seemed to loom over them, in Swamp's estimation; a very opulent, well appointed deathtrap from which one or many of them would not be exiting upright. The lady who had introduced herself to him as Chanteuse Amaranthine seemed to share his concern, if her apparent demeanor was to be believed, and she was also the very person who had provided the pleasant conversation despite the uncomfortable situation. Naturally, he joined her in the music room. 

	He was not the only one. Nor was the man that joined Amaranthine in the Music Room the emotionally stable type, from Swamp's experience with the man just earlier. The Doctor leaned upon his cane and gave the gentleman in the bronze devil mask a long, observant look before turning to the Chanteuse, saying, [color=7d6c00]"I accept, of course."[/color] continuing the conversation from the other room despite Cobalt's self-introduction. [color=7d6c00]"I would not have you feel unnecessary obligation to me. If it please you, I would greatly enjoy hearing a song."[/color] He stepped closer, and in hushed voice suggested, [color=7d6c00]"Perhaps not an original? If just for anonymity's sake."[/color] The doctor nodded in a manner that was supportive, even knowing. There were likely unscrupulous folk about that might use such knowledge, or at least hold it in reserve until it was advantageous.