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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: State Dining Room (3F)
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Intelligence
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 2
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	It was an interesting series of differing of psychologies that Swamp witnessed from those around the dining room. Apathy, hysteria, classic narcissism, not to mention a boatload of histrionics, manifest in basic attention-seeking. Or the additional fun of what appeared to be total obliviousness to that which was going on around them. It might actually be an impossibility to get this gaggle of misfits to agree upon a course of action in common, even something as basic to survival as exiting a burning building. Well, at least Swamp could attempt something useful to the situation, though it got him shot the last time. 

	The first person to address him directly on the matter received his attention. It was Jasper. [color=7d6c00]"Indeed, sir. Whatever charming aliases were applied to all of us, the person who sent the invitation did at least get my title correct."[/color] He did not quite wish to impart more personal information than he absolutely had to, owing to the observed nature of most of those around him. 

	The Chanteuse had a bit to say, first to the nurse attending the lady who had an incident with the flatware and then to the woman who has recently shot him, Walnut. He didn't add anything to the conversation as it sat, perfectly content to deal with the puzzle he had at hand. When she took his arm and spoke to him, however, he cold not help but respond to her polite offer of help. [color=7d6c00]"I may actually require assistance, as you mention it, Amaranthine. Thank you."[/color] If nothing else, an extra set of eyes while he worked would be extremely useful. Swamp had to admit that she did have a talented touch with a needle applied to skin. It was something particularly useful in his work. The last person who volunteered to assist him didn't work out very well. Swamp was confident that this time would be different. [color=7d6c00]"Yes, let us get out of others' way and attend to the fallen Lord Bardolf."[/color] 

	Approaching the man, Swamp did not see the telltale signs of anything obvious. He pulled out a notepad and began to jot down some observations. [color=7d6c00]"Jasper, yes?"[/color] he inquired, more to establish who he was speaking to and not to confirm his name. [color=7d6c00]"I should require something more than a cursory glance to fit this puzzle together. Is there a more suitable place where one may operate?"[/color]