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[color=c4df9b][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: State Dining Room (3rd Floor)
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6?
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	This dinner was turning out to be some peachy fine time. Around Rave other stuff were happening, the host was displeased by the people with masks on yet, but none of htat was in her mind as she was holding onto her leg as if her life depended on it. The pain was strong, thus she had yelled, but after a while she gritted her teeth, noting people were asking if she was alright. Many a thought ran through her mind before hse pushed herself slightly back with the chair using her other leg.[color=c4df9b]" I'm NOT okey..."[/color] She replied finally through gritted teeth, trying to figure out what to do. Her eyes were locked onto the knife sticking out of her leg.[color=c4df9b]" I hit the knife of the edge of the table by mistake and it fell... on my leg."[/color] She managed to explain.

	Inside her pocket, the poor old ferret that was not having a good time either, having his owner move as she was. It was now also moving about in the coat pocket, she couldn't quite pay it any attention though.[color=c4df9b]" I... what..."[/color] She mumbled, looking at the knife, then at the people around.[color=c4df9b]" What do I do? Do I pull it out!? Anyone?"[/color] She asked, panicking as she continued to throw looks about. This was not how she wanted this to go... How the hell did that knife fly up and hten directly into her tight? Also why were these knives so damn sharp apparently!? She should have been more careful... Her hand was shackily reaching for hte handle by some blind instinct to pull it out, but she didn't know if she should do it in the end, so she returned to holding onto the leg.

	Complicating hte matter further, her ferret finally poked his head out of hte pocket, clearly irritated from being pushed around inside it's cloth confinement till now. It then started climbing up her side until it was on her shoulder, sinking it's little claws into her clothing and poking at her non the less as if having a knife in her leg wasn't enough. She looked at it.[color=c4df9b]" You are enjoying this, aren't you..."[/color] She mumbled, watching the ferret that was simply now staring at her with it's beady ferret eyes. She just hoped it didn't cause some trouble now that it went out of her coat pocket.