[right][h3][b][i][color=9F1946]Debutante Blush[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=9F1946]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=9F1946][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Second Floor Stair Landing (Going Up)
[color=9F1946][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9F1946][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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Blush weighed her options. Downstairs was where the others in her assortment were, but did she desire to speak to them? She had to admit to herself that, while she felt a draw to some, the rest were not worth much of her time. She had found the upstairs to be much more eye-opening to her interests and if she was being offered a way up again without being questioned, she would take it. “Yes, I shall go back up then if that is the case.” She turned and followed the man going up.

She debated how to go about this. She needed more information, but would it be given freely? [color=9F1946]“My dear sir, if that is the case then surely an investigation must be done. After all, one among us has blown up the bridge and has prevented anyone from coming or going. If we needed help we would not be provided with such. Someone among us surely meant for that to happen, in which case I dare not to think of the reason for it.”[/color] She put a hand over her heart to appear as a timid woman, but this was not so.

No, in fact, her mind was working overtime. Someone is intending to keep them there and she had a sneaking suspicion the person who invited them all here is the culprit. Or, at least, is a player in this game. If that were the case, she would have to keep her wits about her if she had any hope of surviving the night.