[right][h3][b][i][color=a187be]Chanteuse Amaranthine[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=a187be]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: State Dining Room (3rd Floor)
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	The man was dead and now they were prisoners. Amaranthine did not like this one bit and she wore that worry on her features clear as day. Swallowing the lump in her throat. At least this got her out of performing this evening with the other four that were eating as if nothing had happened. Slowly she looked over towards Dr. Swamp. They wanted him to help, with the Lord's death? Not the girl who had a knife in her leg? Biting her bottom lip slightly before speaking nervously. [color=a187be]"Do you need an assistant to help?"[/color] she asked quietly. She didn't exactly want to but the man had been shot and had been kind to her during her time there so far. She would help if he needed it, anything to get out of there faster or at least to a point where they had the option to leave once the storm let up. 

	Poor girl, having that knife in her leg. The nurse came in and removed it, Amaranthine cringed inwardly and sighed. [color=a187be]"Is there not something for the pain you could give her?"[/color] she asked in a concerned voice. Then attention went to Walnut, both for the one asking her a question and her comment towards Rave. [color=a187be]"Do you have no compassion? Or do you just shoot first in all regards?"[/color] she asked before shaking her head slightly. She wasn't exactly expecting an answer and if she got one she was sure it wouldn't be kind. Slipping her arm through Dr. Swamps she turned and looked at him. [color=a187be]"Let us at least move away from the door so that if others enter you are not knocked about by mistake.[/color]