[right][h3][b][i][color=7d6c00]Dr. Swamp[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=7d6c00]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Central Hall
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 2
[color=7d6c00]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]

	The collection of people gathering in the Central Hall was eye-opening, when Swamp gave it consideration. It seemed an interesting social phenomenon; knowledge of the bridge being destroyed had compelled the unwanted guests (himself included) divest themselves of their masks. It did make sense from a practical point of view, just as much as it made sense to keep them on when the event was more temporary in nature. Swamp wondered who was the first person to come to that conclusion. In the end, that was a detail that didn't matter, given their current situation. 

	There was much discussion about just that, their current situation. He had his own opinion, which he felt obliged to share aloud to whomever card to listen. [color=7d6c00]"The bridge... is to prevent our escape. This is murder and chicanery. And we are helping whomever is responsible with our individual pettiness."[/color] It was probably true. But he realized that he might be perceived as rude, being as the Chanteuse offered him a suggestion he had not addressed first. He nodded grimly to the woman, intoning, [color=7d6c00]"I apologize. Good idea. I could use a few seconds to steady myself."[/color] This whole "being shot" thing was fairly new for him. [color=7d6c00]"Safe than sorry, Miss."[/color] 

	The brief pause to allow for others to choose their direction gave him a moment to study the people around him. Then again, it did not take a great deductive mind to see that the man known as [i]Justice Cobalt[/i] had opted to keep his own mask on his face. Being as he was the only one so doing this, it rather had the opposite effect to its intended purpose, and made him look more conspicuous than the others. Of course, Swamp knew that he had his reasons. [color=7d6c00]"I would reserve the judgemental stares that some of these people are giving the good Justice. [i]My Lord[/i] is a little self-conscious about his extensive facial scarring. It is quite unbecoming to stare so at our betters."[/color] He gave a plain smile at Cobalt, [color=7d6c00]"Pay them no mind, My Lord. Jealousy, I am sure."[/color] 

	The matter of Titian, however, was a little different. [color=7d6c00]"The Chanteuse is performing admirably, subject to her own judgement. Though I appreciate."[/color] He remembered the last person that Titian "helped". It involved a brief flight and a panoramic view of the grounds before being reduced to uncased sausage stuffing back on the ground. Swamp knew it wasn't his doing. Nevertheless the incident left an impression, albeit in hindsight. He had some trust for Amaranthine. Titian, he was still unsure about. Unless the Chanteuse gave her approval, Swamp was not going to encourage anything.