[right][h3][b][i][color=FFBCD9]Miss Creme[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=FFBCD9]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]Lunar Ballroom
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color]  3
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Creme nodded at Amaranthine's question, "[color=FFBCD9]I didn't see all of it, [/color]" She said, as the woman rose from the chair, "[color=FFBCD9]But there was a man who was stabbed in the foot, I do believe.[/color]" She however, did not follow her up. This was where she was supposed to be, she thought. This would be where things would be happening, with everybody coming here. Even if it would soon stop being a quiet respite, she would rather be where she's supposed to be than hide and try to keep her head down. Giving a small wave goodbye, she kept her seat on the piano chair, ready to move should anybody actually want to play.

	Resting her hands in her lap, she focused her attention on the men entering the ballroom. She believed she had seen them shortly in the Breakfast room, and she did wonder exactly who they were. They didn't arrive with the rest of them, but it just didn't seem like they were with the other guests, since, as far as Miss Creme knew, there were no other guests in quite yet. She didn't have any intent on reaching out to talk to these people though, their business was their own business after all, and she was fine with it staying that way.