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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Breakfast Room
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Intelligence 
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 2
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	Swamp's actions earlier in the Gaming Room seemed to be a wholly pointless endeavor. He had used the strength of his personality to engage, to negotiate, to threaten - all in the name of protecting the Chanteuse's identity from being publicly outed. Such as it was, with the news of the bridge being out and everyone essentially made prisoner within the manor, he understood the reasoning behind Amaranthine's decision to do away with her mask. It would get in the way after longer than a few hours and become highly irritating. Yes, that description seemed to fit in with the general mood of the hour: [i]Highly Irritating[/i]. The situation had changed. Social dynamic were amazingly fluid that way. It was part and parcel with being around other people. The Doctor did take a slim but expected piece of satisfaction when she removed her mask, however. His powers of reasoning and deduction were correct, as he rightly guessed the identity of the Chanteuse earlier that evening. 

	[color=7d6c00]"I thought as much. It is a pleasure to meet you officially, Miss..."[/color] He hesitated, eyes darting about the room. With surer voice, he finalized his previous utterance. [color=7d6c00]"Miss."[/color] There was no reason to fully reveal her unless she wished it. Swamp repressed a sigh when she reached for his mask. Instinct had him pull back at first. A kneejerk reaction to being revealed in an unfamiliar and easily dangerous place. But the Chanteuse had crossed that bridge, knowing that hers was a face seen by many. Dr. Swamp was not remotely as public a figure. Quite the opposite. If anyone knew who he was by his face, he would he highly surprised. [color=7d6c00]"Very well."[/color] Swamp took much of his weight from Amaranthine and lowered his head to make it easier for her to remove his mask. [color=7d6c00]"At your pleasure, Chanteuse. Then let us hurry along, please."[/color]