[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c4df9b]Priscilla Harker[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=c4df9b][b]Location:[/b][/color]The Museum  
[b][color=c4df9b]Skills:[/color][/b] None
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	The situation was quickly getting more and more complicated like a yarn ball that was given to a cat and it played with it until the yarn was all tangled and messed up. That's what Mosi thought of the current situaiton, a robbery, a death and from the looks of it missing people. They were even suspecting that it was a murder on top of it, but she wasn't quite as sure about it. To kill someone by by the sounds of it by dropping a crate on their head was not quite the murder weapon of choice for many. What happened to the good old knife in the chest or a gun. To drop a crate sounded more like spur of a moment thing or a chance at best.

	That aside there was also the growing feeling in her that she wouldn't be able to go check out hte smiths by the looks of things. Akhmed seemed preoccupied and given there was a death and a theft, she was quite sure the police should be called too.

	Walking over, she touched Akhmed's should lightly, almost like a cat.[color=c4df9b]" I can see that the situation has changed a lot from the original plan... Since it appears a lot has happened and you have duty to fulfill, can you give me the address of our previous destination? I will find the place."[/color] She asked calmly. In a way you can say that she got bored here. That and she wanted to get out before the authorities showed up, she didn't want to deal with that. All in all she doubted whomever was responsible for whatever had transpired was still walking around here.