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[h2][color=ab0000]C[/color]armillia [color=ab0000]C[/color]arbonneau[/h2][/center]
[center][b]Feskan Riverboat Gambling House[/b][/center]
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[color=ab0000][i]I expected too much,[/i][/color] thought Carmilia.

Carmillia, as per her original intentions, had let Dorothea Hohnstein take the lead. She didn't use her powers on the crowd in order to see the extent of Dorothea's capabilities. The noblewoman had done an admirable job at rousing the the crowd. Their original aim to mindlessly riot had been changed to aiding the Hohnstein's cause. Even when dealing with the original riot rouser who was undoubtedly an agent of the Traveler, she had passed. Then whatever respect she had for the Feskan had evaporated upon seeing her take in the powers of the abberation, clearly under the pressure of the heavy atmosphere.

Abberations, Carmilia had decided, were a no-go. 

Power in exchange for sanity was a poor trade. It also absolutely went against their original plan of inciting a [i]controllable riot[/i]. Nearby, she could spot hundreds of others on shore. She eyed them precariously. If they merged with the ongoing riot on the Lorentine Queen... it was entirely possible that a riot spearheaded by abberation frenzied men would spiral into an unstoppable disaster. Fortunately, the ship was slowing to a crawl. She was unsure whether it was due to Zarra or Manfred but she thanked them silently in her head. It would buy them necessary time.

[color=ab0000][i]Time for Plan B.[/i][/color]

Reinstating Dorothea into power was always a secondary objective. It was but a means to an end. The main goal had always been the Lyre. For now, she needed to slow down the escalation of the riot. She wasn't intending on forsaking Dorothea entirely but judging from the somewhat crazed look the Feskan girl had after absorbing part of the abberation, she probably needed the aid of the more combat apt members of the team.

Carmillia took once last glance at Dorothea. She was disappointed. This was what happened when allowed another to take the reins.

She turned on her heels and went back indoors, dropping several of the napalm canisters she had brought with her. All it took was a spark from a basic arcane spell to set the main doors alight. This would buy her needed time to rejoin back with her wild card; Leon Solaire. The gaudy charlatan was no doubt the only other person in their team that would agree with pocketing the Lyre.

"Eshiran's Bones! What the hell is going on?" yelled a man next to her. 

Carmillia assessed him. He looked shabby. Poorly dressed. There was a drawl to his words, possibly a result of being drunk but most likely due to the fact he was a commoner. Probably a Spratz farmer burning his meager earnings away on drink and gamble. There was no reason to worry about detection. Drawing from the thermokinetic energy of the fire, Carmillia unleashed the full brunt of her magic onto his mind. She forcefully diminished any sense of danger he might have been experiencing and willed him to trust her.

[color=ab0000]"Some guy is preparing to perform a fire dance. The flaming doors are just theatrics, there's no real danger,"[/color] said Carmillia, with a reassuring smile.

"...Huh," he grunted, somewhat convinced. "Bloody performers getting crazier by the day, eh?"

[color=ab0000]"Yes,"[/color] she answered. [color=ab0000]"You wouldn't have happened to see a flamboyantly dressed tanned fellow? Cape and all?"[/color]

"Ah, that guy. Saw him and some oriental girl back in the lounge, they were headed down. They performers as well?"

[color=ab0000][i]Down... They're probably headed for the cargo hold.[/i][/color] It was a good place to start the search for the Lyre.

"Miss?"

Carmillia looked at the drunken commoner once more. Inebriated with alcohol and her magic, it was likely he'd stick around and either get burned by the flames or run over by the riot that would come after. A decent person would warn him and get him out of harm's way. Carmillia ignored him and took off.