[center][h1][color=E97E99]Millicent Clarke[/color][/h1]
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[color=E97E99][i]Location: Port of Tortuga[/I][/color][/center]
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Millicent really wanted to get to the Faithful Bride as soon as possible, not only to plan what she would be doing from here on out, but also to make sure her things got there safely and no one took anything of hers. That would not be good. As she walked, she felt a raw pinch in her gut. One may call it guilt, but that feeling left her years ago. However, she did feel the tiniest bit bad about the good Doctor. He was inquisitive and naturally, when viewing her injuries, would question where she got them. It was pretty easy to pass off the occasional bruise or scratch on a prostitute (they weren't well looked after), but a giant gash on her back and some harsh hand marks don't typically show.

She turned back to where the Doctor was. She could tell he was in over his head. Slavers didn't give up their prey easily or without coin. She had very little coin on her (not that she would buy his freedom anyway), but perhaps there was something she could do.

She soon came upon the slavers and scanned for the Doctor. She saw him looking much worse than when she first passed by him. He had some fight in him and she had to respect that. She caught the attention of the slaver and pointed at the Doctor [color=E97E99]"That one. I may have a use for him. Could you tell me how much?"[/color] She had no intention of buying, but if she wanted her plan to go well, she would have to act the part. The Doctor better be thankful for this. She didn't do this for just anyone.