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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Music Room -> Breakfast Room
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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 2
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        [color=7d6c00]"Sewing room,"[/color] mused Dr. Swamp with a grunt, receiving assistance from Amaranthine. He was not accustomed to accepting the aid of another; that much was certain as he somewhat uncomfortably raised his arm to allow for the smaller musician. In fairness to the situation, it was not everyday that he got shot, either. That detail tended to change his outlook on the situation as a whole. In another example of things which did not happen everyday, the Doctor enunciated a simple but well meant [color=7d6c00]"Thank you."[/color] 

        Considering that the large houseman, Quinton, pointed up as he made his room suggestion, Swamp assumed that this was a jaunt that would require the use of stairs. Supporting this assumption, he pointed toward the breakfast room, taking them in the direction of the Central Hall, the only place he recalled seeing a staircase. Impromptu surgery aside, it might be a positive, curiosity-quenching moment to see more of the manor. Dr. Swamp might even try not to bleed all over its expected opluence. No promises. Shifting his walking stick into his other hand to accommodate Amaranthine, Swamp began to make his way in the direction indicated. [color=7d6c00]"I don't suppose that you sew, do you?"[/color] he inquired of the Chanteuse. It suddenly occurred to him that his wound was not optimally located for him to treat himself.