[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=ec008c][center]Margarete O'Bryon[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=ec008c]Hit Points: 13  Sanity Points: 46 Luck: 75[/color][/b]
[b][color=ec008c]Mental State: Sane[/color][/b]
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	Margarete turned to face Henrietta as she entered the office. "[color=ec008c]Thanks darling, always keeping an eye out for me. It's appreciated.[/color]" She spoke in a surprisingly soft tone for a woman her size. Some of it was Henrietta was a great secretary, some of it was as well she didn't feel like she needed to make her presence known around her. That always relaxed the big woman. 

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	Margarete listened intently as the others spoke. She followed along as best as she could, but retaining information has never been a strong skill of hers. She was a commanding presence, a loud voice, muscle when it called for it, and an expert in her field. She also graduated second last in her class. But she did graduate. But the job itself seemed pretty strait forward. Follow what leads were left of their Mr. Cornthwaite, figure out if he was missing or just off doing his own thing, and she wondered if worst case, if it had anything to do with why the lot of them were recruited. "[color=ec008c]Seems like the kind of Gent who'd up and go off on his own just because he could. But a job's a job.[/color]" She said, her tone returning to it's usual stern and professional foundation. Though not loud. She did take a moment to read over the papers presented. She again had trouble. Though she wasn't reading allowed this time, her lips were moving along as she skimmed the important bits. And she read at a slow pace compared to most adults. Though she still did her best to hide this fact, there were giveaways that she couldn't avoid without really trying. When she finished up with the papers she passed them along to whoever needed to see them. When she did so, her eyes locked with a small lamp on the corner of the desk. Noting nothing spectacular about it, but it seemed off to her. Was this her own home she would fix it no problem. But not only was it not her own home, she was in a meeting. The way it sat in the corner though, closer to one side than the other. It bugged her to an extreme degree. She'd leave it for now, but she felt almost compelled to fix it.

	As Father C came in, Margarete listened as he brought up the library, pulling up local records and seeing what they could find that maybe could draw their attention. "[color=ec008c]The Library's a good idea. I'd also like to take a look at any notes he had left from his last expedition. If this is him just going off on an adventure there may be clues there as to where he may have gone. I wouldn't mind talking tot he sheriff either. Even if he cut the investigation short, we may still be able to get some sort of lead from him.[/color]" Or worst case, know if he was someone to work with or avoid. There were a few folks on either end of the bar when it came to law enforcement. It was good to know where you stood with the law.

	Professor Dupree seemed confident that it couldn't be an expedition, as rumors would have spread. Especially in his place of work. "[color=ec008c]That is fair enough, I don't want to rule it out yet though.[/color]" His sudden exclamation made Margarete jump in her seat a bit, surprised at the sudden noise. But as he spoke, his logic was sound. How could one, even as rich as him set up such a large expedition? "[color=ec008c]What if he went just by himself? Like some sort of hunting or hiking trip. A way to avoid prying eyes maybe? Or some poorly planned trip? Hell, maybe something so rushed he didn't have time to plan anything of note.[/color]" Though if he was so preoccupied before he went missing, there must have been some planning? "[color=ec008c]I suppose that's what we're here to figure out huh? Most my ideas be just theories though. I'm sure we'll figure out more once we arrive in Gamwell. Harry, is it safe to assume our arrival is welcome and not...[/color]" She paused a moment, maybe a moment too long thinking of the word to use. She didn't want to say unwelcome, she worried it would make her sound like a child. "[color=ec008c]Or will others outside of the attorney see us as uninvited visitors?[/color]" She felt like a fool, but her face was expressionless as she patched up her broken sentence. 

	Eleonore had a fair point. Why TIME specifically? She figured there was a couple reasons. But Margarete didn't answer them out loud. She had made enough of a fool of herself, and she didn't want to be wrong in front of everyone. "[color=ec008c]I got a car, but anyone who rides in it follows by my rules for it.[/color]" She didn't get a chance to use it often, she walked most places in town, and rarely left town except for big events. Her car though was one of her most prized possessions, and she had full intentions of taking car of it. She was glad to be in a team of people who seemed rather decent at piecing together clues. Or at least good enough to fool her. All the points Eleonore made had sound logic and reasoning to them. "[color=ec008c]I agree, we can talk and drive. We'll have the time.[/color]" She looked back at that lamp though. Something had to be done about it. But not yet, not yet.