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[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Central Hall -> Grand Vestibule
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Wisdom
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	The Lord of the Manor had come down the stairs and Oliver had left the room. The thing was, the tiny woman didn't take notice of them. Her hand pressed to her chest as she continued on her short legs to try to keep up with the tall servant had her attention focused in front of her instead of behind her. Especially when a second tall man came into view, this one even taller than the servant but she had seen him with the group earlier. As far as she knew the biggest things were in front of her and she still hadn't taken note of any child or woman. Who had made that loud scream that had echoed through to where she had been moments before? No woman and no gun in sight as of yet. 

	A slow of the step occurred as she saw that the man was speaking now with the servant. One masked, one unmasked. Her brow perked but she couldn't hear what they were saying. Damn short legs making it hard to keep up. When the masked man made his way towards her, eating grapes of all things right then and spoke to her she cocked a brow beneath her lace like mask. He had to know something right? If he was making a comment like that. [color=a187be]"So you say but I swore I heard a child in danger and a gun fire,"[/color] she said before she hurried passed him to keep going. Moving into the Grand Vestibule and trying to catch up with the servant. The case and satchel were not an issue, just those damn short legs of hers. Worry was worn clearly on her features. One could say this was not what she signed up for but in truth, what had she signed up for when she showed up?