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[color=bc8dbf][h3][center]~Charlotte LaChance~[/center][/h3][/color]
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[color=bc8dbf]"Food? No,"[/color] Charlotte replied with a scoff. [color=bc8dbf]"We have an entire floor dedicated to both growing food, as well as breeding livestock."[/color] She swirled the solution around, with a cleaned, wooden stirrer she crafted causing it to bubble slightly before letting it sit in a corner of the desk by itself. Really, this was not a conversation she wanted to have with the native. Naivety was bliss, as some might say at the tower. It was...refreshing, really, as somewhat annoying as it was.

[color=bc8dbf]"A shortage of food isn't such a silly motivation. There hasn't been famine in the tower for...well, not since the Grand Deacon Astril."[/color] She commented, walking away from the table and past Cait and towards the small cot she made for herself. Besides, she was sorely misunderstanding the sorts of things that went on at the tower. They didn't exactly kill each other, not, even that was a bit of a taboo to kill a colleague. Them dying in the name of 'research' though, was perfectly acceptable. And to those outside the tower...well. A lot of things happened in the name of research.

[color=bc8dbf]"Now, unless you have any other inane questions about things I don't feel like explaining,"[/color] She said, once again not elaborating on exactly what caused them to 'kill' each other. [color=bc8dbf]"Perhaps you can actually be of use for once."[/color]