[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
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[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color]  3
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Creme tilted her head, smiling back at Maestro, "[color=FFBCD9]Well, if you would be so kind, would you mind telling me [i]why[/i] I'm here?[/color]" She asked sweetly. He seemed to know what the reasoning behind her appearance here tonight was, which was odd. She felt like that might have some kind of implication about whatever her role was to be, but she didn't have any idea what that might be. They were, apparently, special in some way, which was new for her. She never really felt like she mattered before, and this was as close to that as she'd gotten in a while. It was exciting, she considered, for her presence to have some more weight than normal.

	She turned her head as the lord of the manor entered the ballroom, and made his announcement. The bridge had been blown? That was concerning for sure. She didn't recall the weather being quite so horrible as to cause that, which made her think that something nefarious may be afoot. A look of worry crossed her face, hoping that the fortifications of the manor would stay them from any dangers that might wish them harm. Rocking back and forth in her chair a touch, she turned back to Maestro, the brief flash of excitement cleanly wiped from her psyche in light of this news.