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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Joyous Corridor -> Music Room
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Intelligence
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	In that moment, the Doctor felt the need to immerse himself into the task set before him. Logic and no small amount of survival instinct slapped the idea from his head with enough proficiency to get him back into the reality of his situation, which was admittedly potentially very hostile, but not before an unexpected party joined him with the intent of making an introduction. Walnut. Professor Walnut. What very peculiar names they were forced to wear, like an unwanted conical party hat at a child's birthday celebration. [i]Like the masks they wore at that moment.[/i] He thought that he had heard that name earlier in the evening, as some of the others introduced themselves to one another using their ever-so-interesting noms de guerre. If he ever found out who sent those invitations, and by extension who gave them those names, he had half a mind to plot something particularly uncomfortable to unleash upon them for the trouble of it all. 

	[color=7d6c00]"For the sake of conversation, my name is Dr. Swamp. Pleasure to acquaint, of course."[/color] He gave the woman a piercing look for a moment, taking in the details of the woman, her mask, and her clothing, as if soaking up detail. Then oddly, he silently gave an affirming nod to her and motioned toward the entryway to the Music Room. It seemed that the good Doctor had acquiesced to the presence of another person of learning, as implied by his concluding observation on the matter which bordered on sarcasm, [color=7d6c00]"He will not need to go far for a second opinion."[/color] 

	Dr. Swamp returned to the Music Room and located the patient. Plum. He was being particularly lyrical in that moment; whether it was a performance or a symptom was beyond him without further examination. Difficulty stood before him, in the form of a full room of curious onlookers preventing privacy and access. Swamp cleared his throat loudly and addressed those present, leaning upon his stout walking stick as a man wearied by a situation beyond him. His voice was heavy and dry. [color=7d6c00]"My good people, I require the run of the area. If you would like to be of aid, tell me how long he has been speaking like this. It could be symptomatic of something far worse. Also, the bird - Please remove it. I would keep the examination as free of infecting agents as possible. I shall need what supplies have been gathered so far, if any. Lastly, please clear the room. I have a patient to attend that I cannot among a crowd."[/color]