[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: Breakfast Room -> Grand Vestibule
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Dexterity, Charisma
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Amaranthine watched the doctor's expression. She was not sure if he was irritated or if he was relieved. Perhaps a bit of both as she was to be rid of her mask. Yes, it kept her face covered and therefor it was better to hide her identity but the constant dread that it would fall off, or get in the way combined with the annoyance of having something on her face at all times. To say having it gone was a bit of a relief was an understatement. She did however look a bit worried, that was clear as day as she stood in the Breakfast Room with Swamp. The woman seemed to constantly wear her feelings on her sleeve as it were. Yet, that did not stop her from slipping her arm around his waist from behind and helping him from the Breakfast Room, stepping over fallen plates and cups as they went, into the Grand Vestibule. 

	That worry seemed to grow as he spoke. And as she heard what Quinton had had to say about the situation. She nodded a bit. She had no reason to trust any of them but Swamp had been showing her kindness since the moment she met him. He had done nothing, that she knew of, that would make her doubt him. So as far as those that were there were considered, he was the one she felt she could trust. Granted, that could mean her end but right there she had no friends there with her. One person she had seen dead and now she was learning of a second, who was really the first, that had died before she arrived. A friend was needed around here it seemed and if Dr. Swamp could take out a man and take a bullet, only to still be standing even if injured, it was a start. 

	Clearing her throat she looked around and bit her bottom lip nervously. [color=a187be]"It seems that perhaps there was a simple misunderstanding and we are all safer now without such a cold blooded murder in our presence. Perhaps it was he that brought us here? We can only hope and then,"[/color] she paused as she straightened herself a bit, [color=a187be]"we can all move on with less dark clouds hanging over our heads when we leave this.. house,"[/color] she said in a voice laced with hope, a dangerous thing she knew but she had to hold onto that for now. Looking over towards Swamp she smiled slightly. [color=a187be]"Think nothing of it, some of the most talented come from humble beginnings. I have been nursemaid to to those that would be considered far worse than you,"[/color] she said in a kind voice. Turning her attention to the others. [color=a187be]"Please, continue to lead the way."[/color]