[h3]Reese Hemlock[/h3]
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The weather wasn't something she enjoyed in Norway, but she had grown used to it better than she would in other countries. Something about Norway bothered her, and it wasn't the cold. She didn't know anything about the country, and she didn't bother look much up about it. Like all things, some things just weren't meant to sit right with everyone.

The necklace swung like a pendulum around her finger, her eyes glued to its thin frame. Its color had dulled, its material neither fancy nor durable than other more expensive cosmetics. It had no value of memory to her, so she really had no purpose to keep it. She still kept it to herself.

Reese pushed herself against the wall of the building she stood next to. She soon entered the Lodge.

A brave new Rift, all a part of a so-called gold rush... Organizations would swarm over to any of those, rabid in competition. To some, it was a legitimate job, but many around her called it a business. Those who mulled about it would fall behind or over, depending on how much they did.

[color=f26522][i]Nifty.[/i][/color]

The clock was ticking. Reese went down the lobby, her eyes glazing across the features of the room. She'd sooner bite the dust than willingly afford something pleasing to the eyes. She figured walking through a portal didn't always mean one would leave alive.

Rather than take a seat, she stood at one of the corners of the lobby, ignoring the couches. There was an aura mixed with confidence present among some of the people present in the room. She focused instead on keeping herself as idle as possible.

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