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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Central Hall
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	[color=7d6c00]"Oh indeed, Justice,"[/color] agreed Dr. Swamp. He gave the man a nod that was positively conspiratorial. Even smiled slightly, be the gesture tinged with a strain of voice and sheen of perspiration across his brow; an additional gift brought about by the strain of movement coupled with that damnedable gunshot. It might be said that the Doctor wore his heart on his sleeve, being as his attempts at social niceties were, as he admitted earlier in the evening, were rarer than most people's. Perhaps it was because of the sudden lack of a facial covering that hid his features and expressions thereof that made his stand out more. Well, his interpersonal failings aside, he didn't want to dally too horribly much. There wasn't a lot of trust among these people, even if they could now see each other's faces clearly. There was a wolf among sheep here, and the ones that got picked off were oft on the edge of the herd, or falling behind the group. 

	Amaranthine had expressed a wish to hold back for a little, seeing where people were going. That was likely a good tactic as well. Just not too far back. He likewise wanted to take it easy while ascending the stairs for his sake as well as hers. Also, there was the matter of the instruction left by the rather imposing man, Quinton. Swamp looked to his very benevolent helper and reassured, [color=7d6c00]"At your rate and time, of course."[/color] He then shifted himself, giving the Chanteuse as little of his weight as he could bear. She had her own issues to deal with, carrying other things in addition to himself. The presence of his cane did come in handy for that purpose. But, one issue at a time. [color=7d6c00]"I shall find some way to repay your kindness if I can, Chanteuse Amaranthine,"[/color] he whispered to the woman, otherwise quietly waiting on the word from their host's houseman to continue.