[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: Music 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 had all but forgotten about that blasted bird. She frowned ever so slightly at the thought of the creature. Some things just didn't deserve to keep on living and the winged rodent fell into that category. Birds were the scorn of civilized people everywhere. One might even argue they were responsible for the Storms that created Rutas Ma in her opinion. She was almost disappointed when the bird dispatched itself without the need for her assistance. [color=7ea7d8]"Consider it done,"[/color] she then told Swamp. [color=7ea7d8]"Mr. Titian is more than prepared for this task,"[/color] she said, though she moved towards the opposite exit to the one she had entered through and positioned herself so that way she could easily prevent anyone from entering that way - or leaving. 

	Her eyes darted over towards Titian and she gave him a slight nod, before she looked back at Dr. Swamp and the patient. She was quiet, allowing him to do his work. She hated it herself when she was interrupted - it clouded the mind and made strokes of brilliance harder to come by. Nothing of what he was doing seemed to her to be out of the ordinary, though she wondered if the patient would make any protests. For now, she was content to wait and see how she might be of assistance when the time came.