<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>Asylum - Parlor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue robe<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Proposing an alternate solution<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Faelyn, Aloisa, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Corinne's smile took on a little extra warmth as Faelyn returned to the here and now. "Well, the let's make sure we survive," the wizard replied. Her cheeks reddened somewhat as she watched the elf perform her stretches; Faelyn was limber in very appealing ways.<br/><br/>However, danger loomed, and Corinne had to turn her attention to the matter at hand. "I would not lock this door," she replied to Aloisa. "If the<em>Charlotte</em>taught us anything, it's that a locked door can be fatal in its own right. If the girls are in danger, they will be safest if they can flee... or if we can reach them quickly."<br/><br/>Still, Corinne worried. She did not like the thought of leaving Zoe unprotected, and she cursed herself for having no spell to protect her vulnerable form. She cursed herself for never learning an<em>alarm</em>spell. It was such a basic abjuration, something she had always meant to learn, but had simply put off time and again in favour of other spells. She had never thought she might need to protect someone other than herself...<br/><br/>But perhaps there was some other way to alert the girls to approaching danger. "Aloisa," she said. "Perhaps it would be better to fashion some manner of alarm. Something that might rattle or clatter if the door is opened? Have you ever fashioned such a thing, in your time as a scout or guardswoman?"