[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 -> Breakfast Room
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 3
[color=7ea7d8]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]	Walnut was listening carefully to the audible conversation in the room, not wanting to miss a mention. It was incredibly annoying that both Swamp and Plum were males. If they took Swamp to be behind the chair accident, then things would be in Walnut's favor - and if they thought it was Plum, then the odds were against her. It was incredibly annoying for her to be placed in a position where she had to hope that the truth would be believed. It was an almost scratchy, itchy sensation to be relying on it and not deception and lies. However, she then had to resist the urge to roll her eyes as they were informed that the bridge was blown.

	Walnut allowed herself to be searched, her eyes then going over to the singer. She knew who the woman was. [color=7ea7d8]"How the mighty fall from grace,"[/color] she mumbled slightly, trying not to smirk or laugh too much. There was something funny about seeing Swamp attempting to win over the favor of the chanteuse. At the nudge of the shoulder, Walnut complied, walking forward and following Quinton. She knew that she had made an enemy of Dr. Swamp, but it did not truthfully bother her. She would find a better accomplice than Titian soon enough and make her move.