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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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	The musicians appeared undaunted by Dr. Swamp's assertions. It was not entirely expected that they would be, the good Doctor was less of an intimidating sort than he was merely fatigued and irritated by the vast majority of humanity at large. Still, the brazen gall with which the quartet of musicians assumed to enter the room and continue viewing the Chanteuse as a commodity was moderately infuriating. He regarded the men with a sense of irritation. Selfish men who spoke in a manner that was irrepressibly histrionic. Putting credit to them, he reasoned that men who completed each others' sentences in four parts like that were very likely good at their craft. Harmonizing their thoughts into words seemed a more difficult thing to do than harmonizing performed music. 

	Then a brief flicker of thought occurred to Swamp: Perhaps he was speaking for the lady without knowing her mind on the matter. She did look more vibrant, invigorated even, when playing. Had he made the wrong assumption and attempted to deny her an opportunity to catch a portion of joy for herself, in what was fast becoming a very dark evening? His question was fast answered by the Chanteuse, as she boldly spoke her single word refusal of anything the men wished of her. Dr. Swamp could only assume that she might know of the musicians with greater familiarity than himself, owing to her calling. And her flat, outright verbal bulwark was all he needed to hear. 

	First however, it was his turn to suppress a giggle. Not because of the quartet, but by the sudden, solid [i][b]"NO"[/b][/i] that Amaranthine threw at them like a rock. It reminded him very much of his own initial conversation with Justice Cobalt, which was amusing to say the least. He turned to the man to see if he gave any indication of having a similar frame of reference, showing just a hint of white behind a small, derisive smile. Instead, Dr. Swamp was greeted to the vision of Justice Cobalt attempting a daring escape into the frigid cold of the courtyard behind him, and prompting Amaranthine to do the same. 

	[color=7d6c00]"[i][b]Pull yourself together, man![/b][/i]"[/color] he bellowed in utter disbelief of what he was seeing. [color=7d6c00]"These are [i]musicians[/i], not [i]murderers[/i], if only for the sake of this conversation!"[/color] They might be, they were creepy enough to give the proverbial "willies", as it were. [color=7d6c00]"Their danger lies in possible previous association,"[/color] he continued, nodding toward the Chantause, [color=7d6c00]"and ignorance of why we remain anonymous."[/color] Turning to the four unmasked performers with even tone, [color=7d6c00]"I am sure you can agree that this may make an interesting story at [i]later date[/i]. I call upon your sense of professional courtesy for safety's sake, both [i]yours[/i] and [i]hers[/i]: Reserve communicating your suspicions. If nothing else, you are giving the [i]Justice[/i] here unnatural fits and palpitations that are [i]most unseemly[/i]."[/color] He did not need this situation to escalate further.