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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] 2
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	The words flowing from the lips of Professor Walnut were impressively crafted, all things considered. Swamp regarded her as she spoke, using the moment to inhale and exhale to the extent of his ability. Quiet eyes looked to the people in the room with him; Plum upon the floor, Walnut with her now injured hand and spent pistol, and of course the wildly irritated Jasper, servant to the household. This was not how he envisioned this evening progressing. Not that he had the faintest idea how it might have gone, but this was not it. Swamp carefully reached into his vest pocket and, with lightly shaking hand, withdrew a pocket handkerchief. 

	Addressing Walnut through half clenched teeth, [color=7d6c00]"I would stick to something that sounds like logic, [i]Professor[/i]."[/color] he advised dryly. [color=7d6c00]"I doubt that summoned tears will move these people. We are unwelcome guests who are making a lot of noise."[/color] It looked like an item of certainty that only one person wanted them there, and this person was attached to blackmail. [color=7d6c00]"I am curious as to why you and Plum were conspiring, and now if he wasn't just an unwitting puppet."[/color] The Doctor moved his kerchiefed hand to the site of his injury, holding pressure even as he was ruining a perfectly good square of cloth for the sake of self-preservation. [color=7d6c00]"Oh, let me know if you want me to take a look at that hand."[/color] The offer was without emotion nor nuance.