[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/ac78b23289cc037bb8698d8403513d56/tumblr_mw1hvxq4jl1rofdz5o2_250.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]However, before Nora could even vacate the lobby of the building and return to her rooms, the bells ceased to toll. She still did not know exactly whom they had tolled for--an escaped convict was the only description she had received. It did bring a small comfort to her, knowing that if the Lady Munn had not yet returned to her own abode that evening, there would not be a prisoner on the streets to accost her. 

Nodding her thanks at the clerk, Nora ascended to her room, smiling softly as she spotted Spot napping in a corner. Everything appeared to have returned to a certain state of normalcy, even with her finger bringing her great pain and distress. The surgeon would be able to make something of it, she felt certain. While the brand itself may pose a mystery, she would at least be spared from worries of infection. Though she certainly would not explain too much as to its origins--as honest as Nora was, she was not daft. If she claimed it to have appeared as if by magic, she would most certainly be thrown into an asylum for lunacy. No, better to refuse questions, and accept whatever medical treatment was provided. 

In the morning, she had her appointment with the Lady Munn. Rest would be required for her to be fit and ready. Lounging on the sofa, Nora selected her novel from earlier for perusal, indulging in the world of fiction and make-believe. As much as she detested the diversion from reality, she could not help but have a certain fondness for the dime novel. And the physician would arrive at her quarters before the hour was up--it was perhaps best for her to occupy her mind with some light amusements.