[center][h1][color=E97E99]Millicent Clarke[/color][/h1]
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[color=E97E99][i]Location: Personal Trial[/I][/color][/center]
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Millicent progressed forward, thankful at the last moment she got away. Still, the beast was howling fairly loud and she was sure the creature, plus its possible friends, would hear and check. She would have to be on guard now.

As she entered the next room, her goal was in sight. The flask was there. The whispers grew louder with each step. However, it was rather unremarkable to look at. Was this what she was after? It had to be. 

She needed to get out of there quickly before she was overtaken. One creature she could probably handle, but a swarm of them? She picked up the flask and debated what she should do. She felt the power in it. The last person to drink from it turned to dust, but the witch seemed hell-bent on doing the same. She read the words on there, but couldn't understand them.

She had little choice in the matter. So she took the flask in her hand and took a swig.