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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Sewing Room (2F) -> State Dining Room (3F)
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 2
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	Swamp was finally satisfied that his belongings were present and intact just about the moment that their escort arrived to take them to the others. It was a fine waistcoat and concealed blood nicely, as the occasion called for it. He slipped it on and fixed his lapel pin thusly with his new, borrowed shirt. It wasn't too unlike his old shirt, be it not as soft and numerous of thread count, it was strong, thick, and of a color that suited the man. Patting his vest pocket, he produced a pair of rose-tinted glasses. Smallish, round lensed affairs that he immediately rested on the bridge of his nose. [color=7d6c00]"Now that the masks are no longer necessary,"[/color] he explained. Swamp took up his cane and rested some of his weight upon it, nodding to Amaranthine. He was ready to go, whatever small adventure awaited them next. 

	Oh, and he didn't have to wait long for that small adventure. Lucky for him, he had a pretty good alibi with a the household staff and a couple of the uninvited-invited guests elsewhere. But sure enough, the Lord of the Manor was dead. He felt that it was quite a shame. Answers might have been had from him, eventually, of one kind or another. [color=7d6c00]"Pity,"[/color] he said plainly. [color=7d6c00]"This makes the remainder of our visit more complicated."[/color] Ever the pragmatist. 

	The words coming from the man known as Justice Cobalt struck him oddly for a moment. Perhaps it was the sudden loss of his mask that threw off the good Doctor, or perhaps he just needed a moment to allow the corner of his mouth to curl ever-so-slightly as his deductions about the man from earlier were confirmed. Or some of them, anyway. [color=7d6c00]"Thank you, My Lord. I believe that you are correct."[/color] Swamp cleared his throat and addressed the family and staff of the fallen Lord Bardolf, [color=7d6c00]"With the permission of those in authority to give it, I would begin an examination."[/color] Far be it for him to overstep his boundaries in this place where death is so unilaterally handed out to its inhabitants.