[center][h1][color=E97E99]Millicent Clarke[/color][/h1]
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[color=E97E99][i]Location: The Faithful Bride[/I][/color][/center]
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Wasn't that just perfect then?

She watched out of the crack in her door as the very friend she needed to talk to enter the room right next to hers. She didn't hear the clicking of a lock or anything blocking it. It was as if fate was saying "Here you go!" It couldn't have been better. She waited to see if the others would leave the room. When she noticed they weren't leaving right away, she straightened her dress out before she made her way out, crept along the hallway, and entered the woman's room.

Obviously, she was expecting panic, but she had her hands up. All for the part. She didn't appear to be dangerous. If only she knew. [color=E97E99]"Wait, before you panic, I am not here to hurt you. I couldn't help but overhear your plea for help in finding your friend's parents. I'd like to offer my help as well if you would let me. I may not look it, but I have some skills that those other women you were talking to don't have. All I can say is I have a personal stake in this. Could I impose on you to tell me some more information on the missing people? Also, do you know what ship they serve on? I'd like to see if I could join them."[/color]