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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: State Dining Room (3F) -> Attic (Laboratory) 
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 2
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	The absolute and self-righteous delusions of importance of the masses of mewling and squirming "guests", verbally assassinating his character before having so much as three words with him. Most of them not even [i]one[/i]. It would have been a pitiable thing, really, except that cast blame in a confined space often led to real danger. People trapped together might not elect a leader from among themselves, but throw any sort of stress into the mix and they would work hard to find someone to hate. Otherwise, the Doctor would have been much happier walking away from this whole, disgusting affair, blackmail or no. There might have been other opportunities. Walnut's story certainly seemed to agitate matters, despite the report of witnesses. Well, speak a story enough times and someone was sure to be influenced by it, regardless of external contradiction. 

	Swamp was eager to have this chapter of his life over and done with so that he could return to his work, far, far away from these people. His presentmost regret, however, was that he did not have the time to tell these people what he thought of their self-serving and poisonous vitriol, aimed at the one person who was [i]actually trying to do something[/i] about their shared situation - that would be the good Doctor - before the task was taken care of for him by the Lady Oriold. 

	Rock the boat he would not. Not right now, of course. There was a mystery that he was uniquely qualified to investigate. His personal feelings would have to be set aside, and besides that it would feel centering to get back to his chosen occupation. Once they reached the Laboratory, Swamp allowed himself a moment to take everything in. This was more than he required for a simple postmortem examination. Much more. Whatever went on in this room, specifically, he could not help but wonder. [color=7d6c00]"Thank you, Quinton. I shall do my best for your Lord. First, we must familiarize ourselves with the work area."[/color] He looked to Amaranthine, [color=7d6c00]"Madame, you look cold. Perhaps we might find a lab coat or something suitable, if you would prefer it?"[/color]