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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Intelligence
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	It was not surprising when someone entered the room, lured in by the sound of Amaranthine's music. Not in the least. Though it was mildly offputting when he noticed who it was - the man with the seating issues from earlier. The beak of Dr. Swamp's mask dipped slightly as he brought two fingers up to a temple, seemingly to ward off a coming headache. As Cobalt used the occasion to borrow the Doctor's sentiment about the music and express it further, Swamp peered at the man from behind his bone-like, avian mask. He tilted his head to the side just a bit, a small smile barely visible below his mask. Straightening in is seat, Dr. Swamp removed his fingers from his temple and turned fully to the Chanteuse. His eyes lingered on Cobalt until the moment that the talented lady musician spoke. 

	He understood the intent behind the words of Chanteuse Amaranthine, even before she began to pantomime a person taking a writing utensil to paper. Though he did find the action endearing in its own way. His response was to nod once, produce his sketchpad from inside of his vest, and wait as the music began to move him before setting graphite to paper. Dr. Swamp gave the recently arrived Justice silent regard from his seated position. Words would have to wait for a later moment.