[center][h1][color=E97E99]Millicent Clarke[/color][/h1]
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It was pretty clear to her that the woman had ulterior motives. I mean, a flask that could make anyone a god? That isn't something you pass around to random strangers. However, she kept her mouth shut. It wasn't smart to show your hand too quickly. The blonde woman seemed to like the little verbal battle she was in, so she let her have her moment.

Instead, Millicent plotted. If her body wasn't among the ones collected, it would sting, but she wasn't so concerned. If this flask truly was powerful, then she had to have it. By any means. Clearly, she wasn't about to be turned to dust. But she wasn't about to let this crazy woman become something all powerful when she already had some power, to begin with. That didn't spell good things happening.

Millcent nodded, accepting the definition given. She would bide her time.