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[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Central Hall
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Dexterity
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	The lady glanced over towards Professor Walnut slightly as she kept a hold of Dr. Swamp and tried to ease his steps due to his injury. She bit her lip slightly. A slight thought passing her mind and it seemed to cause her a bit of nervousness. [color=a187be]"From my experience, the perverse rarely think logically,"[/color] she said as she glanced down and shook her head before looking forward again. What Quinton said had a bit of logic to it, well to her at least. She had seen smart people do stupid things and every so often seen the dullest of people do something that would leave others wondering where that stroke of genius had come from. More often than not though, she had seen some rather perverse people attempt such that made no sense to anyone that didn't have a streak of madness within them. It was not a set of memories she wished to dwell on. 

	It seemed it was time to keep moving, helping Dr. Swamp as he lead the way into the Central Hall. It seemed that those that had been in the Ballroom were coming their way through the Starry Salon. Most of them without their masks now, just as she and the two other guests she walked with were. Though it seemed that one had chosen to keep his on. Stopping in the middle of the Central Hall, she adjusted slightly. Looking at the stairs and then the group coming towards them, and then finally to the wounded man at her side. [color=a187be]"Perhaps it would be best if we were to wait and see which route they take and fall in behind,"[/color] she suggested before giving a glance towards where the mans wound was. [color=a187be]"We shouldn't rush your climb."[/color] She seemed concerned, about him, and the fact that if he had to rush his steps it could make things far worse than they already were.