<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IzKNJv3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong><strong>Jacqueline de Fronsac</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg14944687#msg14944687)<br/><strong>Location: </strong><em>Mercy</em><br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Sensible Adventuring Clothes<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Adventure<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I'm not sure how much luck has to do with it." Jacqueline commented, a bit upset that her efforts to be scary weren't taken so seriously. She would, if possible, reach for the knife that Danae's actions exposed and take it in her hand, check it briefly, and then place it down on a nearby surface.<br/><br/>Confident that the girl was secure in Danae's grasp, and taking only the slightest moment to enjoy how undone Colleen's clothes had become, she turned her attention back to the closed off area. "Does this door take a key? Who has it?" She asked. There was something very off to her about a ship that trafficked in madmen.