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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Attic (Laboratory) 
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	[color=7d6c00]"I agree, dear Chanteuse. I agree indeed."[/color] There was a twinkle in his eyes and his voice was, in contrast to the dry wit he had been expressing for most of the evening, hopeful. Commanding, even. Dare one say, [i]optimistic[/i]? Yes, please dare. Optimistic. [color=7d6c00]"I too have come here for a matter of personal difficulty, as I can only assume from the facts presented everyone else has as well, only to have the situation muddied by the malice and venom of... other factors."[/color] Swamp was looking about the room as he spoke. He had picked up a leather tool satchel and was collecting various items from around the room. [color=7d6c00]"Hmmm... bone saw?"[/color] he asked himself, [color=7d6c00]"Shall I require a bone saw?"[/color] He shrugged, a smile growing on his face, [color=7d6c00]"Better safe than sorry!"[/color] he exclaimed, tossing it into the bag. It was one of many items of uncertain nature he had procured. 

	[color=7d6c00]"While I gather this, Amaranthine, I do wonder if you would be as kind as to locate a tray, ah... it would be something like a table with wheels on the legs, that it might he moved easily. Oh! And this part it a [i]little[/i] offputting at first, but we must divest him of his clothing just prior. Hopefully before his innards fully unclench, if the persons of the household wish to retain use of his pants ever, ever again. Hmm, nice tie..."[/color] He shook off the thought, but returned to the examination table and plunked the satchel of tools upon it, next to the Late Lord Bardolf. [color=7d6c00]"Worry not, madame. I shall assist as best I can with that last task, most unsavory for a person of your obvious refinement. Just one more quick look about the room, and we should be ready to set to it. Madame Chanteuse?"[/color] He was smiling. [i]Smiling[/i]. The Doctor actually had a nice smile, be it a bit wiry around the edges. [color=7d6c00]"You are doing fine. Thank you for your assistance with this."[/color] Distantly, he was reminded of the last person who assisted him. Swamp hoped that it was not the same kind of help; he didn't think he could survive it again.