<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>Guest Quarters<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Tattered blue robe<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Hypothesizing<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Faelyn, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Corinne swallowed at the thumping sound. Her mind travelled back to the<em>Charlotte,</em>to Cat Grosbellhomme blank, entranced features. The wizard had heard nothing at the time, and yet somehow that sound seemed to echo into memory, a hidden frequency heard only on in retrospect. She shuddered, realizing that she was the last woman to have seen Cat alive. What had Cat found in the<em>Charlotte's</em>hold she wondered?<br/><br/><em>"Most distinctly it reminded me of the fits of those animals sealed in crates for the menagerie. I became mesmerized by their horror, enduring weeks of storm-tossed sea in a lightless box without escape. You must think me mad, for there is nothing now, but I recalled the sight of them unloaded from the menagerie ship, mangy with filth, eyes motherless and unmoored, and I will not set foot in saloon nor cabin nor any such wooden box."</em><br/><br/>Corinne forced herself back to the present. There were horrors enough ahead; best not to contemplate those behind.<br/><br/>"I hear it too. Ever since the<em>Charlotte,</em>disaster has followed hot on the heels of this sound," she whispered. "I fear we may have to find new accommodations after tonight."<br/><br/>Looking back, she saw Faelyn gazing out the window, entranced by the storm. Corinne steeled herself as the fog of terror threatened to swallow her once more. Still, she strode forward, taking the elf's hand as much for her own reassurance as for Faelyn's.<br/><br/>"Come," she said softly. "We must conquer the evil within first, and I would feel much braver with you by our side." With great effort, she summoned a smile with as much warmth as she could muster. In truth, it she found some reassurance in Faelyn's fixation on the window, and Corinne was sorely tempted to lean her head on the elf's shoulder and join in watching the mists – a shared horror was sometimes more bearable than solitary bravery.<br/><br/>But that awful sound still echoed on the edge of hearing, a promise of worse things yet to come. She needed Faelyn's steel right now; the steel in her hands and the steel in her heart.