[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ZY9ypY40/tumblr-obffha607-D1ql4cgco2-r1-500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Gretna Green - Church
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	At the very least, she was not alone in her confusion - Colette was similarly kept in the dark with all of this. It reeked to high heavens of some sort of odd pagan ritual and she had been willing to hold her tongue, until one of the participants revealed that this was... [i]a Circus act?![/i] Had everything they had been experiencing part of some dark and demented [i]show[/i]? [color=ff6600]"What, yer think this is funny?!"[/color] she snapped at Bazhooli, not caring for decorum at the moment. [color=ff6600]"Wus any av dis rayle, yer swindler?"[/color] Had these people summoned that.... that [i]thing?![/i] The Irishwoman was about to continue to give them a piece of her mind, this time drawing on some more colorful swear words, when the hoax was taken up to another level.

	Colette was vanishing. So was Millicent and the batty man with the journal. And then, as Maeve glanced down at her hands, so was she. [color=ff6600]"Jasus bleedin Chroist, whatever de 'ell is doin' dis can suk a cock!"[/color] she shouted. Her lips continued to move but no sound was coming out and that was probably for the best. The type of words Maeve was using in her final moments were certainly not meant for polite company. Whatever was happening to them, she was [i]certain[/i] that those pagan charlatans were causing it and if she was about to go, she might as well die running her mouth. And within moments, Maeve had faded away into nothingness, the last thoughts on her mind a mixture of rage and a quiet prayer for the wellbeing of her daughter, Roisin.