[right][h3][b][i][color=FFBCD9]Miss Creme[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=FFBCD9]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]Grand Vestibule (B4) -> Grand Vestibule (D9)
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color]  3
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	Miss Creme was delighted to see Blush quickly found her way to her. She smiled at her friend and nodded, quickly following after her. Blush did seem quite nice, and at this point Creme wanted to see if she could learn more about her companion. Smiling as she was offered a spot next to Blush, she graciously took it, finding it much more comfortable than her seat on the way here. "[color=FFBCD9]You seem so comfortable here.[/color]" She said with a small smile, "[color=FFBCD9]Are you used to going to parties like this?[/color]" She asked, tilting her head. That wouldn't surprise Creme at all, with the grace that she seemed to exude.

	 As the door closed, her attention was quickly drawn to the Lord. She felt small just looking at him. As soon as he started speaking, she put her hands over her mouth, horrified at what he was saying. It was horrible in the first place that somebody was here who wasn't supposed to be, but that he seemed intent of [i]killing[/i] the person who wasn't supposed to be here. A look of worry crossed her fac as she looked over to Blush, hoping for some kind of reassurance that everything would be okay. In any case, it sounded like she'd be stuck here until the intruder was found. She nodded mutely at the Lord, all the blood run out of her face, leaving her pale as could be.