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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room -> Courtyard
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Intelligence
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Given the options before him, the decision was actually quite an easy one. On the one hand, there was one of the other masked guests wandering about the hallways and unexplored rooms of Shadowell Manor, calling for him by a pseudonym stacked upon a pseudonym, for purposes quite unknown despite the fact that they had never spoken whatsoever. Not so much as a furtive glance in common. Intellectual curiosity might very well have been the only possible motivating factor for Swamp to wish to speak with the man, but in this instance he found that he was lacking, due in part to the fact that the man could not bring himself to use a working title in place of "Chair Man". It was insulting. The Doctor would be damned if he would be addressed in such a manner, particularly as it seemed that this person wanted something from him. Thank you, but no. Besides, an emergency would have invoked more of a sense of urgency. [i]Chair Man[/i] indeed. 

	On the other hand, there was the Chanteuse. Just that. It was enough of an explanation for him to work with, ergo obviously the proper option for him to take. When she slipped away with sheet music and her violin in hand, Swamp gave the creepy, unwavering musicians a curt nod, followed by a quick snap of, [color=7d6c00]"Gentlemen."[/color] He shifted his cane to the side to assist in a quick turn and followed Amaranthine from the warmth of the Gaming Room into the less illuminated chill of the unknown. The dim of the new space took a moment or two to lift, or rather for his eyes to adjust to what little lighting was present. From beneath his beaked mask, inquisitive glances were cast all around, attempting to take in details and put them into a workable series of conclusions. 

	The Chanteuse came into this room, to his estimation, because she did not wish to remain with nor pass too closely to the musicians upon her egress. Perhaps she knew them personally. Perhaps they were not nice people. Rather than address the situation that obviously bothered her, Swamp chose to comment about their new location and let her talk about the other in her own time. [color=7d6c00]"This is a curiously built courtyard. Fine enough for respite during the day, but at nighttime... the lighting suggests that one might spy into the surrounding rooms with total privacy on this side. Shall we see what we might see, if only for a moment?"[/color]