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Rhiannon frowned while Sam talked. The distraction was working, though, and Rhiannon started to eat their muffin while trying to decipher how everyone got something in their welcome packages that was along the same lines of information. 

[color=#D8BFD8]”Clearly someone wants us to know this information…And with Renee…It doesn’t feel like an accident. Maybe she was getting close to figuring it out?”[/color] Rhiannon zoned out for a moment, trying to recall if there was anything that Renee had mentioned while they had been together the night before. Nothing was coming to mind, but perhaps something would be jogged later.

Rhainnon continued to eat their mutilated muffin, looking around at the group of people who remained at the table in a whole new light.