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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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	Inquisitive eyes regarded the mercurial natured musicians. Were they merely self-serving, or was there something more sinister about them? Was anything or anyone in this place [i]not[/i] tainted with the possibility of ulterior motive? Caution had him guard any exterior show of his thoughts, or at least make a valiant attempt at remaining stoic. When the four unmasked fellows, or rather their fair-haired representative, gave inquiry as to their names, the Doctor gave the tiniest of pauses before answering. Both Cobalt and the Chanteuse answered with but a little reservation, prompting him to do the same. They were all using aliases at any rate, likely for precisely this purpose among others. [color=7d6c00]"I have been given the sobriquet of Dr. Swamp for the use of the..."[/color] His voice trailed and one hand lifted from is cane, performing a circular motion at the wrist as if puzzling out the appropriate word for the moment. [color=7d6c00]"...[i]event[/i]."[/color] There was a hint of distaste at the phrasing, but it worked as passably as anything else might. [color=7d6c00]"Though why I have been gifted with the surname of 'Swamp', I cannot say. Doctor will suffice, if pressed."[/color] 

	Concerning the request made of him by Amaranthine, The Doctor responded by holding her gaze for no more than a second before giving her an affirming nod. Stay close. He could do that. If nothing else, he could use the support and alliance of someone who was not one of the many plebeians or social mendicants that took their strength from position, particularly the position of those pulling the strings attached to them all this night. 

	His overt attention stayed away from the newest addition to the room, be it difficult not to exhale a sigh aimed at potential difficulty. This seemed to be an impromptu reunion party of his fellow chair enthusiasts from earlier in the evening. From the look of her general bearing and previously absent details about her clothing, the woman had the appearance of someone who had found a different sort of entertainment for the evening. Somewhere, someone was far less enthusiastic about the same fun, he reasoned. He didn't speak of his observations aloud, merely voicing an ominous, [color=7d6c00]"Isn't that interesting?"[/color] in her general direction. Otherwise, he appeared unconcerned. The request put to him was to stay close, and by someone else. Swamp might as well stick to it.