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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room -> Joyous Corridor
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Intelligence
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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        Dr. Swamp listened carefully to the words presented to him concerning his soon-to-be patient. It was the other man in beaked mask whom he had noticed earlier. Entertainer of some kind, he would have gathered. Swamp did so like the Arts. Were it not for the appearance of the Chanteuse, he might have gravitated toward the man for conversation. Slightly bemused of voice, the Doctor inquired, [color=7d6c00]"Tell me sir, was the attempt on the bird successful, or does it yet live to flap another day?"[/color]

        The answer to his query being largely immaterial to the situation at hand, Swamp started for the door to the oddly named "Joyous Corridor". He leaned heavily upon his stick at first, but as he came into step the short walk grew more steady, practiced as he was moving with assistance. He noted the Four Men in the corridor with him, but did not seem to pay them any notice beyond a simple head bob. Instead, he spoke again to Tack, [color=7d6c00]"I don't suppose supplies have been fetched? Basin, water for irrigation, horsehair, curved needles? Perhaps something to press and bind the wound, at least? If his bird is still intact, maybe it can be pressed to assist..."[/color]