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[h2][color=f6989d]Marybeth Baker[/color][/h2]

Marybeth was tired and aggravated. She stepped up to the man and poked him in the chest repeatedly with her finger. [color=f6989d]"Their father is in some kind of comatose state and their mother died in the fight. How should I be treating them? I'm the only one left from the life that they knew. Am I supposed to abandon them? They are children!"[/color] She glared at him and said [color=f6989d]"My father was the baker. I slept in his home every night. I just worked in the castle too."[/color]

She blinked back tears as she remembered the bakery being set on fire and hearing her mother's screams. Neither of her parents made it out. She shook her head and stepped back from him. [color=f6989d]"No idea, I left him when I found my room."[/color]

[@BobLeBoeuf]