[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=ec008c][center]Margarete O'Bryon[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=ec008c]Location:[/color][/b] Car Ride -->  Streets of Gamwell, Massachuttets
[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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	Coffee. There was little that could compete for Margarete's love than Coffee. Sprinkles being the only exception. But anyone who couldn't love a creature such as Sprinkle's had something wrong with them. So excepting the obvious, Coffee was her biggest love in this moment. She had to take extra caution as she sped along the roadway not to spill the coffee Elly had so graciously made for her. Pulling into Gamwell Margarete had to slow her vehicle enough so she wouldn't hit any Jays and have to deal with all of that mess. Not that she was driving slow by any means. The vehicle stopped at a near violent jerking stop on what could have been the town's main street for all she knew. "[color=ec008c]Talkin' to the law seems like a good starting place. It'll be good to know sooner rather then later if they are on our side or not. Or if we should expect pushback in our work.[/color]" The whole down gave her anxiety. Nothing to do with the town itself, but the thought that this could have anything to do with that manor in France made her want to find what had caused all her pain and put a bullet between it's eyes. Her own eyes however, drifted to her handbag between the seats. The hilt of the old Calvary revolver barely visible. Large for a hand gun, but it was available when she needed one. Not that she was particularly good with it. She had fired it a couple times. Enough to be familiar with how to operate it. Most of its use nowadays was taking it out of the drawer at night and putting it away in the morning when she woke. 

	Eleonora's idea of sorting out housing for the night before getting anything else done had some logic to it, but she worried about not having a starting point by the time dark settled. "[color=ec008c]I would prefer to at least talk to the client tonight if nothing else. I would like at least our key bits of information before we get too far. If you want to sort out lodging first we can. But I would need us to make it snappy. We can unload bags after we talk with the lawyer. I would also like to talk with the sheriff as well, but at least the lawyer before we call it a night.[/color]" She wanted information to ponder through the night. She knew she wasn't the fasted when it came to mental gymnastics, and wanted as much time to think something over as possible. But she did like the idea of securing a room for herself. Not that she didn't trust her current company, but she had trouble trusting a lot of people. She was a bit cautious like that.

	Margarete started the car back up, sped down the roadway as if she was back on the back roads and stopped suddenly in front of the guest house looking place. Getting out of the car Margarete stretched, realized she had been sitting far too long, and heard a cracking noise as she finished up. Feeling better though, she grabbed her hand bag and looked at the guest house. "[color=ec008c]May be worth splitting up. But I would like more information up front either way so we have an idea of what we are looking for. I think it would be best to talk tot he lawyer first before we decide to split up. That way we're all on the same page before we go putting out noses into places.[/color]" The idea of securing a room first was more an more appealing as she walked up to the guest house. She hoped that they would have enough rooms for all of them. She didn't fancy the idea of sharing a room.