[right][h3][b][i][color=7ea7d8]Professor Walnut[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=7ea7d8]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Gun Room
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
[color=7ea7d8]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]	Walnut's eyes widened slightly and she laughed slightly despite her better judgment. The man was without a tongue - and she had no doubt it was due to his employers, the Shadowell. The treatment of servants spoke volumes of their employers, something that Walnut was personally familiar with. She then raised an eyebrow at Titian's rather simple and basic humor. [color=7ea7d8]"You have the air of a father,"[/color] she mused to him. She made a mental note not to say [i]I am hungry[/i] to him unless she wished to be greeted with a [i]Hi Hungry, I'm Titian[/i] in response. 

	Unfortunately, she doubted that the servant could read and write. Not very many people could, which would make questions and communication difficult. [color=7ea7d8]"Are you willing to answer some yes or no questions?"[/color] Walnut asked, ignoring the dinner bell. She could eat when she was ready to in her mind and this was much more interesting. If she asked the correct questions, she could learn vital information about this household and perhaps why they had been taken here. Though she did doubt this servant's tongue was on the menu - his stub had looked to her like it wasn't fresh. He certainly would have been displaying a lot more pain if it was.