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[Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer  
[color=a6fef2]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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Sam waited a beat, listening in towards the doorway connecting him to Millicent. For a moment he wondered if it wasn't her, if someone had broken in and he'd just caught them. But she answered, and easily pushed that thought aside, thankfully. Still, he wondered what all the commotion was just moments ago, who was she entertaining in that room? Were they safe to speak around or was that why Millicent wished to speak later? So that they weren't heard by their guest. Sam nodded in agreeance towards her response. Not that she could see it anyways, there was a full door between them in fact. But that hadn't exactly clicked as he made his way out, ensuring to grab his reader with him just in case. That and a small flashlight. 

As he exited the room, he turned and saw Tony standing there at Millicent's door. He looked as if he was about ready for a run, and Mil didn't seem all too excited to see him. Felix's boyfriend was hanging about the hallway, and the whole scene felt…off. Why was Tony at her door? Weren't they all meant to meet outside already? He didn't wanna announce it to the whole household that he was stepping outside, so he gave an awkward smile to the pair and made his way downstairs. Just as he began to make his way below, he felt his phone buzz middway down. Weird, must've gotten a bit of reception now that he's nearly outside. He paused and pulled out his phone, checking the cover screen as he read the message silently. 

[Center]It read [i]”Miguel's last known location”[/i][/center]

Above it was an attached image, a map of the island that had a marker in the graveyard by the old church. Oddly enough where Sam had wanted them all to reconvene. He'd initially wished to show everyone the tunnels Miguel had found to allow them movement in secrecy but…Sam didn't recognize this number, and he certainly wondered who knew where Miguel had been seen last and why? He shoved his phone back into his pocket and pushed towards the Foyer, spotting those below and some umbrellas in hand. [Color=a6fef2]”Fancy seeing you all here. Nice weather right?”[/color]