[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/affab699158c0620805ebea127a7bafb/tumblr_nbvd4q1xza1r609zyo1_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F48CA7]Location:[/color][/b] Barracks
[b][color=F48CA7]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Josephine waited for Akhmed to make himself decent before she left, arm in arm with him and made her way to where breakfast was being served. Today was the day, wasn't it? The day that would start their journey. To think it was a little while ago that she traveled to this country, met an adorable journalist, and got sucked into this adventure? Up until that point, the most adventure she ever had was in the bedroom.

Not that that part changed much.

But now she was going to be traveling, trying to unravel a mystery, a curse. Death followed, as poor Haakon found out the hard way. Her mind was set that it was deliberate, meaning that someone that knew of them and their journey was the one who committed the foul act. But who? Was it one of her traveling companions? She didn't know most of them all too well, admittedly. Haakon was the only one she knew deeply. Could she really trust the others? Not really. She was on her own, for the most part. She was sure they would leave her behind if they had the chance.