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[color=#D8BFD8]Location:[/color] Library —> Dinning Room
[color=#D8BFD8]Skills:[/color] N/A 
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[color=#D8BFD8]”Technology. Ya, I suppose that would pay a lot. Have you ever thought about doing something with the schools, though?”[/color] He wanted to move away from the wine and into the tech sector. Something that was booming, but Rhiannon imagined it wasn’t [i]that[/i] easy to get into. Granted, they did have a boatload of money to blow. Renee was gone, but maybe Rhi could finish the work she couldn’t.

Rhiannon followed Richard, standing just to the right and slightly behind him. They watched the old man as he made his way to the buffet-style lunch, selecting items from the display before finding a seat. As they watched him go about this seemingly simple task, grabbing food and a bottle of sauce no one else touched, something from the night before flashed in Rhiannon’s mind.

[color=#D8BFD8]”They both like HP sauce…”[/color] Elenore had thrown a fit about it, but Renee had spoken to a server to bring the bottle back. She took some, and then Richard had. Rhiannon’s eyes widened, and they turned to Ralph quickly. [color=#D8BFD8]”Did Elenore say who made the seating chart for dinner last night?”[/color]