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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Attic (Laboratory - Laboratory Library(?)) 
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	It was the tone of her voice that mostly motivated Dr. Swamp. It was one thing to simply say that one needed to see something, it was quite another to inflect it as profoundly as she just did. Okay, he was game. Swamp raised his lamp a bit and carefully made his way over to the doorway that the Chanteuse had pointed out, and then entered. The tap of his cane upon the floor could be barely made out as he stepped a little livelier, curiosity burning in that brain of his like the snatch of a song that just refused to leave. He needed to sate this. Of course, he had no idea what to expect. When he entered the room, Swamp could not help but stifle a surprised gasp at what was before him. It was glorious. 

	Books upon books all around him. A treasure trove of what he valued in the world: Knowledge. Carefully, the Doctor tucked his cane beneath his arm and accepted the text that was being held out to him. He was delicate, as only a surgeon might be, looking over the ancient-looking volume with rare reverence. [color=7d6c00]"This, heh..."[/color] He wasn't speechless, but it did take a quick inhale of air to collect his thoughts. [color=7d6c00]"...this is a remarkable discovery, Chanteuse. Remarkable."[/color] If one wondered what Swamp sounded like when he was impressed, that was it. Quickly, he recovered himself and looked over the book he was now holding, trying simply to understand the nature of the text before him. He could look at the others in a moment. Thinking about it, he could look at the others for [i]years[/i] and still remain interested. Provided this winter did not result in their deaths, Swamp had the impression that much of the hassle and pain would be worth it, provided he had access to this for the foreseeable future. 

	[color=7d6c00]"This tome, madame, discusses medical procedures,"[/color] he explained. [color=7d6c00]"Though it differs vastly from my own research, or that which I have studied in other places of academia."[/color] The Doctor nodded, smiling at the thought of what he held in his hands. [color=7d6c00]"It discusses the removal of certain internal organs from a live subject, [i]without killing the subject.[/i] This is quite extraordinary, though I do wonder what the purpose of it might be..."[/color] Of course, sometimes the purpose of knowledge was simply to have that knowledge. Future ideas and advancements might make the obscure and misunderstood suddenly take a new and valuable clarity. Who was he to judge such a thing? [color=7d6c00]"I wonder what else is in this place?"[/color] he whispered aloud, truly intellectually piqued.