Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20161012162320/@comment-28358106-20161031043031

Ivy takes it and looks at it and a smile crosses her face slowly, like a cat that has just discovered that the mice are now serving themselves in between two slices of bread.

"Just as I had judged! Little did I hope, but now, fortune smiles upon me!  O fate, thou hast been so kind!" She snaps the locket shut and hands it back. "Dearest, you should have told me that you were one of the maids for none other than Sir Jorge of Whitemarch!"

A gasp erupts from the sea of Alps. They begin to murmur.

"Sir Jorge? Here??"

"Why didn’t we hear about this before?"

"Where is he? Where does he live??"

The Alps all look at Kathra. One of them points.

"SHE WOULD KNOW! SHE'S HIS MAID!"