[right][h3][b][i][color=a187be]Chanteuse Amaranthine[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=a187be]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Music Room
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Amaranthine watched and slowly stepped into the room and against the wall. A desperate look of worry etched on her face and while her mask kept most of it from being seen it was clearly evident in the way her shoulders trembled and her eyes widened as she heard more and more. [color=a187be]"The bridge?..."[/color] she had whispered and half whimpered. This was not good. Not with everything else considered. Her look went from worried to shocked when Swamp told her that it had been the professor that had shot him, her eyes widening even more in surprise. [color=a187be]"Oh dear..."[/color] she said once Jasper was gone. This was not good, not good indeed. 

	[color=a187be]"Yes, of course, let's get you bandaged up,"[/color] she said to Swamp before looking over towards the men that were in the room. [color=a187be]"Is there somewhere we can take them?"[/color] she asked as she stepped over to Swamp. Making sure he had his cane and then slipping an arm around his waist as she got on the side of him that wasn't shot. [color=a187be]"I'll help him,"[/color] she said quietly but there was a firm look of determination through the worry in her eyes. She wasn't sure where they should go from this point so the two could be patched up but she did at least figure that staying in a room with a corpse was not the place to be and she desperately wanted to get out of there.