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[color=c4df9b][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Music Room 
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Persuasion
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	There was a lot of stuff happening right now and Prima Rave was just a tad bit stressed and concerned about it all. First of all her hands were now well bloodied, luckily not by her own blood, but bloodied non the less. She was still putting utmost pressure onto the wound while the rhyming wounded Plum started calling for someone to actually bring a doctor again. She sighed, her hands still pushing against his foot. Apparently Creme didn't take the whole thing well and skeddadled away from the room which didn't made Rave, who wanted someone to actually help out, really pleased about it.

	[color=c4df9b]“What should I do?”[/color] She asked Plum once more. She wasn't sure if Tack was going to actually help.[color=c4df9b]” Will you be able to keep the wound pressured if I let go?”[/color] She asked of Plum as she threw occasional glances at him, but otherwise her gaze was locked onto the blood that had seeped into the cloth she used to block the wound. She really hoped that she'd be also able to wash her hands later somehow... didn't want to spend the whole night with bloodied hands after all. She then threw a look at Sister Penance and Master Tack with some final words of pleading. She was sad that Creme bailed instead of helping.[color=c4df9b]” Please go find the doctor or someone to help or at least come to press the wound so I can go find someone to help!”[/color] Once more she felt that her plea for help and aid was rather persuasive! What manner of people wouldn't help a man in need!?