<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>Second Floor Withdrawing Room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue Robe<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Fretting<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Corinne's fingers worried at the hem of her robe, a wire of anxiety tightening along her spine. "I understand that the treatment room is perhaps more pressing. But what of Zoe, Michelle, and Margaret? Even with our precautions, I worry for them, and I do not wish to leave them exposed for long."<br/><br/>Was it too late already? She had already let the women out of her sight. What dangers awaited? What possible vehicle of treachery.<br/><br/>She shared a look with Faelyn, who appeared just as stunned at the Mists as she was. More than ever, she felt that she and the elf were bound by some common purpose they could not yet fathom.