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[color=#33f0ff][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color]Shadowell Manor Grounds - Chair 9
[color=#33f0ff][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color]N/A
[color=#33f0ff][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color]6
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 And so the lady at the front departed, as if urged, or taken, by a Bzou. Lady Lechery had never seen such a thing - and would probably never again see it - and that made her curious. Things that fell from the sky either broke or bounced off. What would happen if a human fell from the sky - would it be a wondrous tale of a wyrm landing, or would it be the gruesome fate of a frog jumping off a cliff?

 There was, obviously, an instance of danger, as she was quite close to the young lady who had decided to leave her, and the seat itself could decide to join the blue-haired woman in her own chair, even though there was no space for two, thus exposing her own life to danger. However, as the egg-like object-turned-projectile reached its peak, it decided start falling, surprising absolutely nobody. Her eyes traced the object as it fell, and a sense of calm overtook her. It would not land on top of her, so she figured there would be no need to move out of the way in a panic, as others had done. The use of one's brain was reserved for them alone, and if they would not use it, she could do nothing to prevent it. They would only slow down the movement of the strange carriage they had boarded.

[color=#33f0ff]"If you did not want to sit with me, you should not have thrown the delicate flower of life away like that..."[/color] Cooed Lady Lechery as the figure of the Director disappeared behind the back of her chair. What a sad event, she thought. No doubt orchestrated by someone with more directorial rights than the Director herself...