[right][h3][b][i][color=7ea7d8]Professor Walnut[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=7ea7d8]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Central Hall
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 3
[color=7ea7d8]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]	As Amaranthine asked Dr. Swamp if he was holding up and needed to be seated, Walnut had to wonder what would occur if he were to die. Plum had seemingly been holding it together, so to speak, before he himself perished. There wasn't remorse or guilt associated with this line of thinking, however. No, it was more of a morbid curiosity. Would her treatment in this place change, if Dr. Swamp were to draw his last breath? Of course, she did not wish that to happen. She was firm in her conviction that Dr. Swamp was a madman and a murderer, and she hoped that it would be revealed to Amaranthine. It was nothing personal she held against the woman, but it would be satisfying all the same. 

	She held back a bit of a laugh at Quinton's admonishment of Swamp, asking for him to not bleed on the floor. These people didn't really care, then, what happened. They didn't care who lived and who died. In fact, she was starting to feel surprised that they were being taken to a special location at all. With the cold treatment, she would have anticipated for the servants to just send them along with the others and instruct them to deal with their injuries and grudges. Or perhaps it was more out of wanting to confirm that they would not attempt something similar on the Lord of the Manor or any of his household?