[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] N/A
[color=9F1946][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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Blush was at least able to put a face to the voice now, and she was not surprised at who was complaining about their eventual escape from this cold death. [color=9F1946]”Let us leave this room and decide from there what our next course of action is, yes? Makes the most sense, in my opinion.”[/color] Feeling along the door, she managed to find the lock. It didn’t feel particularly sway worthy, and she had no lockpicking experience to speak of. Perhaps one of her companions had. She would not put it past this lot to have some barbaric actions in their repertoire.

She also managed to find the hinges on the door. These seemed weaker and more likely to break. If they could not pick the lock, perhaps forcing the door would be better. [color=9F1946]”Well, if one makes their way over here, I found the lock. It can be picked, but I imagine the effort will be tough. I did also manage to find the hinges of the door and they seem weak. If we had a tool strong enough, with enough force behind it, we may be able to pry them off and get out that way.”[/color]

She stood by the door, not wanting to move around too much, less she lose her place in the dark room. She prayed people would act soon. She did not want her final moments to be dying of cold with this lot. Imagine what people would say.