[right][h3][b][i][color=9F1946]Debutante Blush[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=9F1946]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=9F1946][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] The Attic
[color=9F1946][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] WIS
[color=9F1946][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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Blush moved lightly as she tried to find the door. She did not trust anyone in this home, but she knew that if there was any hope of getting out of this room without freezing to death, it would mean having to put her concerns aside. And truth be told, she did not trust the ones outside of this room more than the ones inside. Especially since it was clear that they were brought here for this purpose. Blush would have words with the lady of the house if she saw her again. Would it not have been better to just throw them out of the house to the elements? Instead, they held them here. Torture by another name.

[color=9F1946]”I believe we are in this ourselves. I doubt anyone is concerned about us during this power outage or they surely would have rushed to the door. And I highly doubt Mr. Titian or whoever the hell he is plans to find help for us. Our best bet is to find the door and see about getting it open or at least finding another way out of this room.”[/color]

She moved towards where she thought the door was, only to find herself feeling the wall. Still, it was better than tripping and stumbling over the other people and she could move her way towards the door by feeling against the wall if all else failed.