[right][h3][b][i][color=9F1946]Debutante Blush[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=9F1946]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color] [color=9F1946][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] State Dining Room [color=9F1946][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=9F1946][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4 [color=9F1946]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right] Blush had just about enough of all of this. She had every right in her mind to stand up and charge after the Lord of this bloody Manor and show him what she found and tell him what she heard. IT was almost laughable how much she had figured out in her adventure upstairs. They were there, that much was obvious to anyone with eyes. Why were they there? They weren’t random strangers who decided to show up at some random mansion in the hopes of attending a ball and having a roof for the night. The sooner they realized that and it was out in the open, the better. She glanced at Jasper and gave him a venomous look that would kill the poor man if she had poison in her gaze. He had put his loyalty to some rich arse above her own choices and she would not forget that. However, before she could stand and make her scene, the Lord had turned odd and appeared sick. Everyone else had run up to check on him. She stood up as well and took in the scene before her. Once it was pronounced that he was no more, Blush sat back down and folded her hands. She had gotten her wish, it seemed. But then, how did he die? Surely, he didn’t just choke on something. Or have a heart attack. She stared at the food in front of her. [color=9F1946]”I would not partake in the food if I were any of you. It seems this is finally turning into what it was always meant to be.”[/color]