[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 -> State Dining 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] Walnut nodded, hoping that whoever was going to fetch them would come quickly. The atmosphere in the room was positively suffocating and despite her hopes, Dr. Swamp had not collapsed and succumbed to his wounds in the process of the Chanteuse treating them. At the very least, the singing had stopped - that was a small blessing. Her eyes followed Rhoda as she went across the room, a bit amused that Dr. Swamp would have to don what seemed to be servant's attire. There was another silver lining to be found there. And finally, the door opened and there was one of the staff, ready to take them away from this dreadful room! There was the hint of a genuine smile on her face. She followed Quinton without issue, taking idle note of the series of rooms in the maze that they had to travel to get to their destination. She hoped that they were being taken to rejoin the others. The longer she had to stay in the almost exclusive company of the insufferable couple, the more she wanted to scoop her eyeballs out and use them to plug her ears. As they finally reached their destination, the dining room, nothing had lead her to expect the sight she stumbled upon. The Lord was dead. Had he been poisoned? Had one of the others invited here decided to end his life? At the very least, her annoying enforced company with Amaranthine and Swamp gave her an alibi for this death.