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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: 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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	The room was beginning to clear out, and it couldn't be fast enough in the Doctor's opinion. It was quite possible that impatience had hold of the man, at least a little. It was extremely fair to say that he would rather be elsewhere, though a sense of professional duty might explain his presence when called upon. Dr. Swamp gave a look to his newfound medical assistant, temporary though the relationship was, and gave her a nod. [color=7d6c00]"Professor Walnut, if you would please be as kind, would you ensure that we will not be disturbed? The last thing we need are interruptions, most especially if violence is intended by the guests herein."[/color] 

	With a sigh, he turned to Master Plum, [color=7d6c00]"These masks make a simple examination such a dramatic affair..."[/color] he mumbled. A little more directly, he addressed his patient. [color=7d6c00]"I am sorry, sir. Truly. My mind has been elsewhere. You have my rapt and undivided attention now, sir. I shall be quick but I shall be thorough, especially as this place and these people seem intent on..."[/color] he waved his hand around in a circle, attempting to pin down the proper word to express his intent. Swamp's eyes lit up as it finally came to him; he pointed a finger into the air and finished with, [color=7d6c00]"...nefariousness."[/color] He gave a satisfied nod, causing the beak of his mask to move vertically in a bobbing manner. [color=7d6c00]"If you would please stand, as best you can. I wish to test your ocular response. It is the best way to determine in advance if certain detrimental agents were introduced into the wound. Please sir?"[/color] Swamp lifted his cane so that the knob was about level with his eyes, and placed his other hand on his lapel brooch. [color=7d6c00]"Stare at the knob of my walking stick for a moment. As I count three, change your focus to my flower. Count of three, cane; count of three, flower. Ready?"[/color]

	[color=7d6c00]"One. Two. Three."[/color]    



[i]GM Note: Need roll from Plum before next post is begun.[/i]