[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=910A1C][center]Ivanna (Brendan)[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

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Location: Château de La Lune:
Skills: N/A
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Brendan felt anxiety grow in his stomach as Millicent started to talk about what they'd found. He tried to add something and help explain, and, at the same time, also tried to tell her not to talk about it so openly, in the end just making a weird noise very quietly. Probably telling the others was the right thing to do...but if the blackmailer and/or killer was among them, then they now knew that Brendan and Millicent knew and had been snooping around. What if they were both in the group right now, and both after Millicent and Brendan? What if the blackmailer and killer were working together? What if the baddies split up the work and each took out one of them? Brendan was not prepared to fight someone, much less someone who was so much more orginized then he was...which maybe was anyone. 
He tried to remember what Millicent said...focus on their favorite foods... He closed his eyes [i]peanut butter mayonnaise pickle sandwich...peanut butter mayonnaise pickle sandwhich....peanut butter mayonnaise pickle sandwich[/i]...he took a few deep breaths. He opened his eyes, his gaze landing righ to on Miguel as Millicent picked up her shovel and said something about reburying Miguel.

Brendan felt sick to his stomach, more then he had in awhile. There was a dead body, someone he'd kinda sorta known, so close...he took another deep breath. 

[color=910A1C] "Yes. We can't put ourselves in extra danger..." [/color] Brendan trailed off, with a growing worry that they already had.