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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Courtyard -> 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 Chanteuse made a point that he has already given silent consideration, himself. Were they indeed under some manner of unseen scrutiny? Would their actions be catalogued for later blackmail, if in fact this group of less-than-sterling individuals found themselves getting into trouble? It was enough to invoke an indifferent shrug, and nothing more. The indiscretions of the others were of no concern to Swamp unless they chose to inclide him. 

        Parting company with Amaranthine was not a pleasant notion, either. He had to admire the woman; she was clearly uncomfortable with the whole setting, perhaps visibly more than anyone else. Yet a spark of determination could be glimpsed in her face and in her voice. There was nothing to be done but what had to be done, and in her case it was perform with those offputting musicians. [color=7d6c00]"Very well. I shall locate you after my duties are concluded."[/color] The Doctor gave Amaramthine a curt bow, and after her departure walked in the other direction to re-emerge in the Gaming Room. 

        For whomever it was calling after him, Swamp allowed his presence to be known with a terse call of, [color=7d6c00]"Doctor, here!"[/color] He may as well get this over with, even if there was not much he could do without his trade's supplies on hand.