[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Manchester, England - After The Attack
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette realized then and there that she had no clue where anything was. She only just traveled out here and apart from her home and the party she attended, she did not know of anything else.

She could curse herself for being so stupid. This had to be what her maid was talking about, but she was so haughty and high-minded, assuming she could just walk into town and help other people.

The town itself seemed to survive the attack. Buildings were damaged, but most she saw seemed repairable. If she were handier, she would help to repair them, but she knew very little about craftsmanship. it was the smell that was the most troubling. The reminder of the attack the night before. No, if she wanted to help, she would need to find her way around town and she would have to ask for help. She glanced around for someone to ask.

She turned down a street and saw a carriage changing horses. The man outside of the carriage carried an expression that said he was anything but helpful, but Colette had no one else. If worse came to worse, she would go about her way. She hurried along, catching up to the man. [color=E395B2]"Excuse me, monsieur? I am afraid I am lost. I am new to this city and wish to help after the attack. Do you know where I may go to provide aid?"[/color]