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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Gaming 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 double talk and innuendo of the questionable musicians were like puzzle pieces, each coming together with other notable aspects of the evening thusfar to form the very image of a throbbing headache for Dr. Swamp. It hadn't hit with the full force that it was going to, yet the promise of it made him wish uncomfortable things upon the various sources of his continued annoyance. Swamp shook his head slowly, fully taking in the nuance of the musician's wording. [i]Blackmail.[/i] Unless he fully missed his guess, almost everyone present who was wearing a mask had experienced quite enough of that for a lifetime. Speaking for himself, he certainly had. It was a poor position to be in, for all of them. Even the ones he wouldn't mind seen fitted to their own amazing, mechanical rocket chairs that promised the momentary thrill of flight followed by the inevitable rending of their flesh into something resembling meat cobbler. The situation had to be more than the simple scenario of "Us Against Them", but sadly, he had deduced that he had more in common with the other masked persons than with their hosts or the other guests. It might be within his best interests to reach out to some of the others, his pride be damned. 

	With stern voice, he related a hint of this sentiment. [color=7d6c00]"Come now, Cobalt. Gentlemen might forgive a lapse in propriety, so long as we are all moving in the same direction. This day grates upon even my anxiety."[/color] He turned to face the foursome of performers with narrowed eyes. It seemed that the lines of engagement had been drawn. [color=7d6c00]"I am sure that the lady has changed her mind purely for the sake of her art. I am also sure that she understands the difficulty of a quintet playing with but four, and this influences her decision. I can only imagine how difficult it might be with, say, [i]three[/i]."[/color] 

	Though the doctor remained still, his eyes moved just enough to rest upon Amaranthine. Hands clasped upon his cane in front of him, he softened his voice but a little. [color=7d6c00]"Chanteuse, these men will make a passable accompaniment, as I am sure you will be the brightest star among them. Let me know how I may be of assistance, else please find me waiting afterward."[/color]