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[Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer  > 
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Sam waited until Millicent was far enough away to be out of ear shot. He let out a small breath before looking at Ralph. [Color=a6fef2]”That felt a little…intense. At least in the beginning with the whole ‘somethings going to happen’ bit. Like in a horror movie when an old wisend person grabs your arm and tells you of impending doom or not to leave towards the house.”[/color] Sam shook as if he had chills.

Ralph nodded. [color=dae8c1]”Do you think somethings will happen? And that Elenore would be behind it? I'd figure if anything did it would be Lawrence. He seems like the type.”[/color]

[Color=a6fef2]”Psh. I doubt it. I mean if anything happens it's just more broken noses for that guy. Though that seems to be directly tied to whether or not he keeps his mouth shut.”[/color] Sam commented. He truly had no idea as to take this comment as a bad omen or leave it be.

[color=dae8c1]”I hope so.”[/color] Ralph then sighed and smiled. [color=dae8c1]”Well, what do you want to do now?”[/color]

[Color=a6fef2]”Drink? Mingle? Be Merry?”[/color] Sam joked before calling over Leon once more to order another drink.