<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>Wherever we're least likely to drown.<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue silk bathrobe.<br/><strong>Content: </strong>GTFO<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Zoe<br/><hr/><br/>A wave of relief surged through Corinne at Zoe's earnest smile. She was glad she hadn't made a hash of this whole thing, and blushed slightly, her previous worry seeming suddenly foolish. The pink in her cheeks rose even further when she caught Zoe sneaking a peek at her legs.<br/><br/>Thoroughly flustered, Corinne almost welcomed the sudden lurching of the ship, which tossed her and Zoe across the room, tumbling over one another until they nestled in a heap against the doorway. The chill water pooling around them, soaking into Corinne's robe, quickly impressed the urgency of the situation on her, though.<br/><br/>"Zoe. Zoe! We have to go," she urged, helping the acolyte of Saint Ezra to her feet. Hauling the door open, she pushed Zoe out. "I'll be right behind you!" Corinne turned back to the room, eyeing the chest anxiously. She should flee, should abandon her things and focus on saving herself.<br/><br/>But she needed her spellbook.<br/><br/>Sloshing through the water, she drew forth the key once more, unlocked the chest and threw it open. Much as it pained her to leave her alchemist's supplies behind, she had to prioritize what was important. Grabbing the leather pack that held her notebooks and quills, she thrust her spellbook inside and sloshed back out into the hallway. She muttered an small incantation, bringing several small floating lights into being to illuminate the path forward. She hoped Zoe had the good sense to forge on ahead, but that did not prevent her from casting a worried look about for her new friend as she made her way along the quickest path above-deck.