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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Swamp got his own rush of apprehension as the Chanteuse removed the chair back from underneath the doorknob and cracked the door. Whether it was on principle of the music as she had said, or genuine concern about her well-being, it was apparent that the good Doctor had made a rather hasty assumption about the door, which displeased her. Giving an expression of humility was difficult enough through the mask, so he merely bowed his head enough to be readily noticeable and agreed with Amaranthine. [color=7d6c00]"Indeed, madame. Please forgive, I was being selfish."[/color] He made no move to come closer to either the musician nor the door. Presumption might be the end of him one day. 

	Instead, he resolved to maintain his position and merely enjoy the musical styling of this woman's craft. It was a rare thing to find someone that he believed was as talented in their own field as he was in his own; but if his expression could be glimpsed as Amaranthine pulled her bow across her violin, it was bliss. His hands, normally agile with movement as he spoke, lay still in his lap, one atop the other, lest they pull any attention away from the tiny concert in front of him. Every so often, he glanced at the door to see if any curious party was trying to get a glimpse of the talented violinist, but otherwise Dr. Swamp allowed the dulcet tones of the talented performer to wash over him, unencumbered by the other events of the evening so far.