[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/c224f7b0f20cc6f4e3f50ca5c82b572e/tumblr_oazl0uJv271todga9o2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F48CA7]Location:[/color][/b] Benha (The Markets)
[b][color=F48CA7]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Josephine kept pace with Reddish as they toured the marketplace. While she would have loved to look over the baubles and merchandise being peddled to her, she had other thoughts on her mind. Namely, her watch. So far, it had not stuck out to her. And to top it off, there were many sounds and smells overwhelming her senses. Not to mention how they were speaking in a different language she did not understand. She hoped Reddish was picking it up for her.

[color=F48CA7]“Yes, darling. These knick knacks are to die for! We must look them over sometime and pick some up for the darlings back home. They would get an absolute kick out of them.”[/color] She eyed the people, seeing if anyone would recognize her instantly and decide to flee, but no one had. Growing ever more frustrated, she kept up the searching despite the odds against her. She knew it was less than likely she would find it out and about on some merchant’s stand, but she had to hope.

Otherwise, it had to be on the ship still. And since no one on board could remain except the crew (and Lady Munn) then either the culprit was out along with them somewhere or was one of the members of the crew, in which case it was not likely she would find the watch. The crew could access places she could not. She had to hope that was not the case, but she would sink that ship and find the watch if she had to.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F7E2E8]Faye Masterson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://steamusercontent-a.akamaihd.net/ugc/920294682284009688/2C3E86F3AEFCAC130B3FCF8AC67BC1264F2A7298/?interpolation=lanczos-none&output-format=jpeg&output-quality=95&fit=inside%7C1024%3A641&composite-to=*,*%7C1024%3A641&background-color=black[/img][hr][b][color=F7E2E8]Location:[/color][/b]Benha (Train Depot/Tours)
[b][color=F7E2E8]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Faye continued to storm off. Was it a bit childish? Sure, but she was getting tired of trying to explain herself to people like Richard. She hoped that their time together last night would have opened his mind up a bit more to at least not think of her work as “magical”. It was more than that. She could hear him running to catch up to her and she was not about to slow down and wait for him. Let him tire himself out a bit.

Then she remembered the events of last night. The suit catching on fire (twice), the falling through the chair, not to mention the dishes falling outside of their rooms. He was a klutz or he had a bad luck demon following him. As she finished her thought, she heard a loud sound like something hard hitting something. She turned to see Richard sitting on the ground, rubbing his head. She stifled a laugh she wanted to unleash. She ran over quickly, offering a hand to help him up. [color=F7E2E8]“You really need me around Richard. If you keep this up you are going to get yourself killed.”[/color] She would help him up before she looked around her. She didn’t spot anything of note, but at least she had not run into any poles. [color=F7E2E8]“Are you all right to keep walking? I believe we are almost there, and I hope we will find something closer to the trains. So far, nothing is jumping out at me.”[/color]