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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: 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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	The man in the long-nosed mask had just identified himself as Master Plum through use of simple poetry. He had done so in response the Lord of the Manor, as well. This earned a cautioned eyebrow arch in his direction. It reinforced Dr. Swamp's first impression that he was a performer, though the continued use of lyrical meter suggested an imbalance. Or a game of some kind he was playing at for purposes all his own. Swamp gave a polite but silent nod of his head to follow, acknowledging the man's presence before turning his attention elsewhere. 

	[color=7d6c00]"It is a lovely instrument."[/color] he spoke quietly to Amaranthine. He was unaware of exactly how his voice must seem, coming from behind the osseous, avian-esque mask he had chosen for the event. [color=7d6c00]"I do very much enjoy music, when I have the time for it."[/color] And indeed, threat of looming expiration aside, the really only had time anymore. How much of it remained to be seen. Dr. Swamp rested his hands on his cane in front of himself and marveled in the fact that he was actually waiting with some anticipation the notes which were to follow.