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	Jasper looked at Blush and shook his head. "I hate to admit it but I believe he is right. Food and drink are all tested before serving for poison, by myself personally," he said. So that was why he wanted someone else to figure this out. He had self eaten or drank anything the Lord of the Manor had before consuming it to be safe. Looking over towards Dr. Swamp, Jasper lifted a brow. To operate? The man was dead, what would he be operating on? Then it occurred to him that perhaps he meant using an operating table. "Yes, we have a space for you and your assistant," he said as his eyes went over towards Amaranthine. 

	Turning his attention to Moss he looked around. "Not to do anything that could make yourself a target. The staff is very protective of this family," he added. It was a blunt warning. 

	Rebecca stepped back and stood up, wiping the blood from her hands on her apron. "That should be good enough for now. I would suggest being careful when walking for now, at least until it has had a chance to scab. And perhaps the man is correct, soup does seem to be the better option for you if such a thing occurred just while sitting here at the table. I must say, you do have some horrible luck to be skewered like that but no worries, a day or two and you should be right as rain, or as snow all things considered with the weather. My did that storm set in quickly. We already have much piling up on the grounds. To my shins I would think. Another hour and any travel would be impossible. To be stuck in this, death by frost is never pleasant, " she rambled on and Jasper rubbed his temples as she did. 

	The Lady in the room still stood there just looking out the window, trying to brush away the tears with the back of her hand. Whatever anyone thought of her father it mattered not, he was her father. She didn't look in the direction of the group until she heard the door open and Quinton came back into the room. This time accompanied by the guards that had been at the front gate when these unexpected guests arrived. Among them was a new face. An older woman who looked to be in her late forties or early fifties. She was dressed in finery and much lighter colors than others in the house. Light rose colors and creams. "Lady Oriold," Jasper said tilting his head in respect. She was quiet and said not a word as she walked. Past the guards and the visitors, over to the Lord of the Manor and sighed as she reached out and touched his quickly cold hand before pulling it back. 

	"Quinton, take the Doctor and the woman with him to the Laboratory along with our lord," he said quickly before stopping and looking at Lady Oriold and giving her a sympathetic look. "That is, if that is alright with you My Lady," he added. She stood there looking at the man before turning her attention to Jasper with a solemn look on her face. 

	"Yes, of course," she said in a quiet and nearly elusive voice. 

	"And the rest My Lady?" Jasper asked. Wondering and awaiting orders. Looking around the room she rested her hands before her. 

	"I will have to speak with the Dowager. This is her domain now," Lady Oriold said as the young pale woman walked over and she wrapped a supportive arm around the girl.