[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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	Amaranthine looked over towards Dr. Swamp and nodded. While she did not understand what was within the volumes of text she could appreciate that they did hold within their covers text. Such things were rare, even by those that could write and had wealth. Yet from the looks of them, they were far older than anything she had seen before. Even to the untrained eye they had value. To someone like Swamp, she imagined that they held a far higher value because he could understand the words on the page. To her, it would have been like finding sheet music from hundreds of years ago. To be able to play such a thing would have cause wonder to her and she herself would have been lost reading what she could and perhaps feeling what the one that had transcribed it did when they wrote it. 

	The woman was not sure what was going on when Dr. Swamp came near her. She was worried and it was clear on her features that she was. It was not that the man hadn't earned some level of trust from her but she wore her feelings on her sleeve and it was clear she was still on edge. Then again who wouldn't be in such a situation. People were dying left and right. Some murdered, some, perhaps not? A strange home, in the middle of a storm, after a bridge blew. Though, where the people of the house telling the truth that there was no way out or was that to just deter them leaving? It was anyone's guess at this point. So when he stepped in she braced herself. 

	He knew who she was? Oh this wasn't good. And then she heard something whispered against her ear. Her eyes opened wide and she looked completely confused for a moment. Her head turning and she looked at him as if to ask silently, Seriously? But she held her tongue for a moment before accepting what he had told her and nodding towards him. [color=a187be]"I would ask if you are telling me truth but I cannot imagine anyone using such a memorable name as a cover,"[/color] she finally admitted. [color=a187be]"Then Doctor is very fitting indeed. As Chanteuse is for myself. Perhaps while our names given are not on point, the titles seem to be. I wonder what this speaks of towards the others thus far in the party?"[/color] she mused as she looked around.
	
[right][h3][b][i][color=rosybrown]A Little Light: Part 3[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=rosybrown]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]
	[color=ed1c24][i]*Remember, roll request can be placed at the bottom of the post and results will be posted in the next update. While the door is open now, it is still dark - so rolls will be needed to move around. Those with low light will get bonuses to moving around and such with their rolls.[/i][/color]

	Hrm, nothing much to update here as no rolls where called for. Things are the same. Get a roll in chat to see if your character moves like before. Above your dex, you fail to move, below your dex you move, crit fail, pm me. Door to the west is locked. Door to the east is unlocked. The room to the east outside of the main one just south outside of Confinement have NO light what so ever as there is no window to let any in. Still no sounds at this time from what you can hear, and it is getting colder. Room to the east outside of the southern room outside of confinement though is a bit warmer than the one you are trying to leave now. 
	
[right][h3][b][i][color=f26522]Mr. Titian[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=f26522]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=f26522][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Pantry (1st Floor)
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Dexterity
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	There were sounds, he could hear something so he held his ground. Titian was a man of action but that action usually had to do with either his work or women. As he wasn't on the job right then and there was no woman near by to curl up to, this left his third favorite thing to do. Eat. Hey, it was a pantry, there was food. While not hot steaming food, it was fresh. Beggars couldn't be choosers and thieves did well to keep their complaints to themselves. Finding a basket of bread that looked to have been baked that morning he pulled out a few rolls and leaned against the wall in the pantry near the door. Dagger in one hand and a roll in the other. Chewing quietly as he listened against the door. He would need to make a choice but that required thought and insight. And well we know that Titian isn't one of the great thinkers of our time. 

	But he could listen at least while he filled his belly. Why not? Who knew if he would ever get another meal. This could be his last and well he would much rather go out after eating something hot, slightly pink on the inside, and juicy, (A STEAK PEOPLE! HEAD OUT OF GUTTER! LOL) he was more  than content with some sweet bread. Could have been worse, he had eaten worse, he didn't want to think on it. From what he could gather though from the little he could hear was that it was the kitchen staff and they were complaining about the lights being out and wondering why. They were also talking about the guests. That got his attention and he stopped mid chew. Oh, this was getting interesting. Food, warmth, and entertainment? Yeah, it could be a lot worse than it was right then.