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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 sound of the Chanteuse's voice in the room caused Swamp's head to perk up. She was supposed to be performing as accompaniment with the four creepy musicians somewhere across the building. Her being here was unexpected. The Doctor narrowed his eyes, contemplating what it could mean. It was perhaps a dangerous position for her to be in. Then again, a half second of consideration cemented the undeniable truth that being anywhere near this manor was indeed a dangerous position to be in. Still, another had demanded response from him first. He would hate to disappoint. [color=7d6c00]"Perhaps, Professor."[/color] he conceded, stepping gingerly away from the wall upon which he had been leaning, readying himself to submit to a search from the much larger man in the room. [color=7d6c00]"But you haven't met [i]me[/i] yet."[/color] The capacity for smiling sarcasm was much reduced thanks to the seeping injury upon is side; reduced but not altogether gone.

	Nevertheless, Walnut was correct, as was revealed for all to see (as well as his face) with the removal of his mask. He was a very dead man. Was that how they were all to be identified? In death-by-intentional-misadventure? It seemed such a waste, at face value and for other, more edifying reasons to the good Doctor. [color=7d6c00]"This was all quite unnecessary."[/color] he spoke with audible lament, wincing from his injury all the while. 

	After being manhandled by the much larger Quinton and given a clear verdict, he addressed Amaranthine more directly. [color=7d6c00]"The Professor is a dangerous woman, Chanteuse. Some of her ammunition decorates my ribcage as I stand. You should stay clear of that one."[/color] He kept his voice cool and nodded knowingly in the direction of Walnut. A sudden sense of clarity sparkled in his eyes, as if puzzle pieces formed of icy fact suddenly clicked together in the recesses of his mind for form a more cohesive image of possibility. [color=7d6c00]"I would be wary where you are [i]seated[/i] in her presence, as well."[/color] There was no accusatory look on what little showed of his face. If anything, his voice actually sounded a little impressed. [color=7d6c00]"Perhaps we should go, Amaranthine."[/color]