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[h3][color=e7cd90][b] 1:00 PM - Friday, July 18th, 2025 - Château de La Lune, France[/b][/color][/h3]  
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[@PatientBean][@TheMaster99][@KazAlkemi][@Trainerblue192][@kittyluna45][@KTostada]  
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[url=https://i.imgur.com/nUOttnn.jpg]Elenore La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/B7xTb1N.jpg]Richard La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/9P1MJod.jpg]Agatha La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/uKShMXQ.jpg]George La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/DBv6k9z.jpg]Beatrice La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/38rDBwZ.jpg]Lawrence La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/Z2EXOco.jpg]Nathan La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/dCXpQPS.jpg]Elizabeth La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/qVWDMTv.jpg]Gabrielle La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/oQDUgZq.jpg]Jeanne La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/YlXlI3M.jpg]Lena La Lune[/url]
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[center][h1][color=dae8c1]Ralph[/color][/h1]  
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[color=dae8c1]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune
[color=dae8c1]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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Well that answered at least one of Ralph’s questions. He hadn’t been sure, but he definitely hadn’t known Brendan’s name. He also had no idea how he should address him...her? Great. Well at least he hadn’t been the one to ask. 

The others mostly confirmed they were all being blackmailed and that took a weight off his shoulders. He felt better having this conversation if they all were. Rhi pointed out a freshly disturbed grave and he shivered. This was not something he wanted to deal with. 

[color=dae8c1]”I haven’t seen Miguel since last night.”[/color] That was the truth, it just didn’t mention that Ralph had seen him [i]after[/i] dinner. But that wasn’t a secret. Several people in the group knew that. 

[color=dae8c1]”Do we investigate it? Or keep talking and try to figure out what is happening?”[/color] He wasn’t sure which he wanted to do. He had a feeling that the former would not be fun.