[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/6b54e862a0087f96f7f630af0191dcd6/tumblr_inline_mm9a2vaWm41rd1pdh.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Garden City - Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]With the guards dispatched, Nora was perhaps tempted to take off into the night herself. She might be able to ascertain more information about what had occurred, as foolish as it would be for her to leave the safety of the Maratos. Her father would surely confine her for hysteria if she left her rooms that evening. However, as her finger brushed up against the brand, Nora recalled the offer of the night clerk. 

[color=00ccff]"Yes, I would be most grateful if a surgeon could be sent for,"[/color] Nora replied. Truthfully, she had no intention of taking any medicine to help her sleep. Her mind needed to remain sharp. But a surgeon would be able to examine the wound, and potentially, take courses of action to prevent it from becoming infected. The pretense of an escaped convict causing a bit of a fright would work excellently, and Nora deemed it would be for the best. How else would she explain needing the attention of a doctor, after all? She could not merely explain that she had been branded.

Taking another drag of her cigarette, Nora did recall her hunger, yet she wished to be no large inconvenience. She could continue to consume the meager supplies stored in her pantry if the hunger would not subside, she decided. And perhaps, from the confidential nature of her medically inclined inquiry, it would be best for her to take to her rooms at any rate. 

[color=00ccff]"Please send the surgeon to my rooms once he has arrived,"[/color] Nora requested. [color=00ccff]"And should there be any developments, please send word to me. I fear for a dear friend who has likely not returned to her home yet this evening."[/color]