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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Breakfast Room -> Grand Vestibule
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Intelligence 
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 2
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	The expression on Dr. Swamp's face could be read with equal amounts of relief and irritation. Perhaps it was the ongoing gnawing feeling of having an uncomfortable chunk of ammunition resting just below his skin. It certainly was a factor. He was a little outside of him comfort zone besides that, having been de-masked in a house full of people who, however unlikely, might actually know who he was. It did remove a ton of that anonymity that everyone had strived so hard to maintain. Then again, the chances that anyone present knew his identity was slim, with the exception of the blackmailer. The mask did not stop whomever that was, anyway. 

        Dr. Swamp regarded the young Chanteuse as they moved forward again, passing through the Breakfast Room and into the Grand Vestibule. She looked like she wanted spme sort of answer to the accusation from Walnut. The good Doctor felt obligated to deliver. [color=7d6c00]"Naturally, Chanteuse."[/color] he began with clear sarcasm, [color=7d6c00]"Despite the cries of myself as the incident commenced, the report of witnesses present (namely [i]her man[/i], Titian), and the judgement of the housemen coming upon the scene, not to mention the fact that the Professor fired upon me again as I lay upon the floor, already having been shot once and unable to defend myself; yes despite all this, [i]Walnut[/i] is the real victim here."[/color] He cleared his throat and shifted about so as to provide Amaranthine less of a burden to assist. [color=7d6c00]"Let us never forget."[/color] 

        As a point of subject change, he continued with, [color=7d6c00]"Thank you, by the way, if I have not said so yet. A woman of your talent and stature should not have to play the role of a nursemaid. I appreciate you."[/color] As he spoke, Swamp's mind wandered back to the initial conversation they all had in the vestibule when they entered the manor, if it can be called a conversation. [i]"Whomever rid me of one more mouth to feed this evening, you have my gratitude,"[/i] from the Lord of the Manor. As it was, technically Swamp did just that, and by all accepted accounts in self defense. He wondered how that might play out, if anything came of it at all.