[hr][hr][center][h1][color=8040bf]Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
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[hr][center][color=8040bf][b]Location: Coventry 7th Floor[/b][/color]
[color=8040bf][b]Interacting With: Sera[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Eudora tried to hold onto that fleeting sense of hope as she stared up the shaft. Praying that a meek little voice will finally speak up, but alas, the silence was her only reply. She slowly drew her head out, the disappointment settling on her face as she sighed into the dumbwaiter. [color=8040bf]"Poor girl,"[/color] she muttered wearily to herself, [color=8040bf]"Why do you have to- Hey!"[/color] she swung her head towards the agent, mouth agape and eyes wide as she stared at Keenan climbing up the wardrobe, [color=8040bf]"Your leg!"[/color] she tried to yell out but it was too late, Keenan had already scrambled up. 

She continued to stare up the hole, [color=8040bf]"Madman,"[/color] she muttered before dropping her eyes, following the thick trail of blood he carelessly left behind. She shook her head at the rashness of the youth before stopping abruptly as she noticed something at the base of the wardrobe. Bloodied as it was, it glinted and her curiosity over took her and she stooped down to observe what it was. 

She held the wardrobe up with a hand just in case it might fall and gently picked up the glistened object. She immediately recognised the style and design; it was a charm. Ironic seeing as it was a protection charm, but it was a charm nonetheless. A real one at that. Many existed with very little or no power, but this one was different. She could feel its power radiating off it and sending tingles down her fingers. 

She carefully looked around, everyone seemed busy with their own thing and Eudora was sure no one would miss a tiny bracelet and so pocketed it, careful to first wipe the drops of blood off it.

Eudora felt like a mastermind sleuth until of course Sera come over and asked her about the charm. She nearly spun around and attacked after being so on edge after she was almost killed by a falling wardrobe. Witches do seem to have really horrible luck when it comes to things falling on them. [color=8040bf]"It's nothing, dear,"[/color] she said nonchalantly, trying to brush it all off. [color=8040bf]"Just a little trinket I found,"[/color] she said, offering the girl a warm smile. She sighed with relief once she switched focus to someone else while feeling her pockets protectively; the charm danced in her grip and she held onto it tightly. She'll have to look at it further once alone. 

Her gaze trailed back towards the wardrobe, curiosity flaring again. If a charm of this much power was found outside it, who knew what lurked inside? Deciding to trust her gut, it kept her alive this long, after all, she stepped forward and gently turned the knobs, opening the doors and peering in carefully only to find...

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