[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: Sewing Room [color=7ea7d8][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=7ea7d8][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 3 [color=7ea7d8]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right] It seemed that Rhoda was not going to be a conversation partner for her. What a pity. Professor Walnut sighed slightly as Rhoda began to treat and bind her wounds. She knew that she was lucky that they were not deep - but if luck had truly been with her, then there would be one less person drawing breath in the sewing room. [color=7ea7d8]"Even still, you have my gratitude,"[/color] she told the servant, despite Rhoda's insistence that it was just what she had been instructed to do. Had Rhoda not been there, she would have had to treat her wounds herself. She certainly was not going to let the diabolical Dr. Swamp to do it. She knew that the man's nature would be revealed to the others in time, she had to be patient. She [i]really[/i] hoped he would vomit. At least then she would have some sort of entertainment here! Instead, her ears were forced to listen to Amaranthine sing to her sweetheart. Yes, she had seen the woman perform before and she had enjoyed it. But now, having actually met her and seeing her pathetic adoration of Dr. Swamp, it made Walnut once more wish that she could either gouge her ears out or sever the woman's vocal chords. How much more torture and agony could she be expected to bear? [color=7ea7d8]"Thank you,"[/color] she said with a nod, as Rhoda finished. [color=7ea7d8]"Do you know if I might go rejoin the rest of the party?"[/color] she inquired. The room was stifling.