[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: Laboratory (Attic) 
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	[color=a187be]"Oh yes of course,"[/color] Amaranthine said absently as she started looking around for a table or tray or something that could be used in lieu there of. The room was large and she didn't like the fact there was another set of eyes on the both of them but there was nothing that could be done about that. Then again, if some of what others had said was true, maybe it was best to have Quinton in there if Swamp did try anything. Though part of her didn't worry. Again, he had been kind to her and hadn't shown her any signs of being horrid. She wasn't silly though, they were all there for a reason, Blackmail. Maybe he could be and she just wasn't in his sights for that. If that was the case she was going to do everything she could to stay on his good side. 

	Finally finding a tray and a table with wheels on it she laid the tray on it and pushed it over towards where Swamp was. He did have a nice smile but he seemed rather, shall we say, giddy over this? She didn't know if he was a doctor or not but he seemed to know what the tools were and what he was doing so far. And if titles that they were given were any indication, then he could very well be a doctor. Her title was fitting for herself. [color=a187be]"Is there anything else I should do to aid you? I know not what else I could help with."[/color] She wasn't exactly trained for something like this. She played and she sang. That couldn't possibly be helpful right then, could it?