[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 (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 shivered for a moment at the idea of being made to go back outside. No, she liked staying protected from the elements, and she knew there'd be no chance of her being able to sleep outside. She was very happy when this idea seemed to be tossed to the side rather quickly, instead it seemed as though they may be residing in the servants quarter, something she took no issue with whatsoever. She might even get a chance to talk with the help, something she'd be very keen on doing. She knew very well that servants often heard or saw all kinds of things. Knowing a bit more about their hosts could serve them well.

	Once Jasper had run off, she turned to Blush, interested in what she had said. "[color=FFBCD9]That makes sense, to be honest though, I'm a bit afraid after hearing to Lord speak.[/color]" She said meekly. She then looked around the room, seeing people start to disperse. "[color=FFBCD9]Where should would you like to go?[/color]" She asked. This place was gigantic, and she had no idea where to even start. That, and she wouldn't want to make Blush just follow her around wherever she wanted to go. From what she gathered, Blush liked to take charge, so Creme was fine with letting her.  She leaned back on the couch, resting her eyes on Blush, her face neutral, with her lips pursed to one side.