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[color=c4df9b][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/a
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	[color=c4df9b]"No, not really. Didn't say or mean that."[/color] Prima Rave replied to Penance's question, wondering where the woman was in the darkness. Why were people misunderstanding her so? She didn't say that, guess her words could have been taken that way? She wasn't sure about it though. She believed she expressed herself properly. In the end Rave reached the conclusion it might have been the difference of way of living before here? Whatever it was, she wasn't going to be leave the misunderstanding on this continue.[color=c4df9b]" What I meant that while the work to open the doors was happening, it could have at the same time have been decided on what to do. No time was going to be wasted really. Doesn't matter anymore since the door was already opened."[/color] She explained.

	Sadly her condition turned out worse than she suspected. As soon as she had attempted to take a single step forward, even using the wall as guide to lean on, the once trusted limb gave out on her. With nary a warning for preparation, aside the pain she felt, her body lurched over as she fell to the ground from the suddenly lack of support that the leg had to provide.[color=c4df9b]" Ahh!"[/color] She groaned as she impacted the floor. It hurt, from the hit. She groaned and rolled over to lay on her back. Right now she sort of started to regret attempting to move after all...

	Still, gritting her teeth, she slowly moved to a sitting position, and eventually with the help of the wall for support once more started to stand up. It was rather slow, but after a little while she was once more standing and mostly certain that her leg wouldn't give out on her right away once more, bringing her to the ground. She was now even more certain that her running around with this leg was a bad idea though. How the hell was she going to walk down the stairs in teh darkness? Maybe what Moss suggested? Having someone to help her with moving? She really didn't want to cause issues or hinder the others though.