<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>Stairway<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Tattered blue robe<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Examining academic credentials.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Corinne found herself lingering in the stairwell as they ascended, her academic curiosity piqued. She leaned to one side, to let her companions pass, as she scrutinized doctor Noire's various degrees. How very strange. For a woman who seemed keen to erase old self, she had left very strong ties. True, to travel to each institute of learning and consult their records would take a truly dogged investigator, yet it still seemed sloppy for someone running from their past. Corinne racked her brain, wondering if any connections could be gleaned from the various locales and degrees taken.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">History Check regarding Noire's degrees</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d20 + 4 = 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=147598)<br/></div></div><br/>Regardless, this was merely a curiosity. There were more pressing matters to attend to. She turned to ascend the stairs once more, her gaze falling on the mask overhanging the door. She shuddered. Would that be the price of failure? To be enthralled by Rehner, and made to live her days among the other faceless automatons?