<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/CorinneLorimer.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charlotte, Corinne's Cabin<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>A blue silk bathrobe<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Collecting vials to capture the mists<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Corinne's relief at the sudden eagerness of the women was tempered by a new concern—too many naive noblewomen all too willing to play with fire. Still, there was safety in numbers, or at least less danger to her personally.<br/><br/>Zoe's remark about bottling the mists, though, shifted her attention. "That's an excellent idea, Zoe," Corinne said. "I have some vials. I just need to return to my quarters briefly." Inwardly, she wondered if it truly was an excellent idea. Was it wise to bottle a fragment of pure malevolence? To sleep with such a thing at the foot of her bed? Nevertheless, she turned away from the rest of the group, and set a brisk pace back to her cabin, bare feet padding on the dark-stained wood and blue robe billowing slightly behind her. Caution did not advance knowledge.<br/><br/>Her cabin was fastidiously tidy, everything carefully stowed. While she had itched to unpack all of her alchemical aparati, she had no desire to pick her way through broken glass and caustic reagents, should<em>The Charlotte</em>find herself in turbulent waters. Corinne circled to the foot of the bed, where a sturdy chest was bolted to the floor, and knelt down, unconcerned as her robe parted around her legs. Drawing forth a key from a small breast pocket, she unlocked the chest. There, cushioned by some carefully packed clothes, was her bag of alchemical equipment. Collecting two empty vials—Zoe would no doubt want to try it herself—she locked the chest once more, and turned to leave.