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[Color=82ca9d]"Right. Before me is also a woman. She bears a remarkable resemblance to Lilie but I can assure you it's not her. She has pale skin, blue eyes and appears to be...sad. Theres a photo of her, a younger girl but held by chains and she seems to be beneath a family crest that I dont recognize."[/color] They had to guess their names, that's what the voice had said before this challenge appeared in front of them. Salem sat and thought on the puzzle, if they were to give the other clues in order to find the person's name, then it only made sense for them to know of the people who sat before them. He thought of woman in his life, dark skinned, curly brown hair to their shoulders with brown eyes. If Salem had to hazard a guess it could be any number of people. There was the detail however the tea cup and poison. That eliminated quite a few others from his life, narrowing the choices. It appeared that everything in these images before them would be crucial into figuring out who they were. 

His family on his mothers side shared similar traits to him. Dark skin, brown hair, many of which had curls. But each family member developed their own profession. Each utilizing their skills for a different path. His aunt dealt in perfumes and fragrances, his grandmother was an herbalist and helped with homeopathic medicines. His mother ran a tea company...suddenly there was a wave of emotion flowing through him. Thoughts he tried to push away of when they were poisoned. [i]This[/i] is how they were to face sorrow. The timing of the image would make his mother younger, fitting the description that was now given to him. [Color=82ca9d]"Try...try Alice Spellman. Oh, and since every detail matters, the pale one before me seems to be holding a full moon in her other hand."[/color]