[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: Gaming Room
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Charisma, Intelligence, Dexterity
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	The notes continued to fly from the violin held by the woman known as Chanteuse Amaranthine. That was until she drew one last long note and removed the bow from the strings. The sound echoed slightly through the room as her eyes drifted open and she glanced around. There was a bit of a smile on her face. It was more than obvious, even behind the mask, that she enjoyed playing. It wasn't just something to do, there was a love to how she played and how she handled her instrument. Being very careful with it as she lowered it from her neck. Yet that was to be expected. Instruments like violins and piano's were rare things in this world, at least ones that were still playable. As few as could play there were even fewer that could restore such items if there was an issue so many sat on display, never touched. 

	Turning she quietly walked back over to the case and gingerly placed the violin back into the case, resting the bow down next to it and securing it before losing the lid and locking it back. It was only then that she finally looked back over to the two men that had been listening to her play. She let out a bit of a nervous laugh as her shoulders hunched back over. Whatever courage she had had whens she played seemed to leave her now. [color=a187be]"I do hope that you found that enjoyable,"[/color] she said softly as she fire crackled in the fireplace. It was not clear whom she was speaking to as her eyes went from one to the other. Perhaps she was speaking to both or even neither of them.