[hr][hr][center][h3][color=E3867F][b]Peregrine Mayfield[/b][/color][/h3]
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[b][color=E3867F]Location:[/color][/b] Mansion -> Victorian London
[b][color=E3867F]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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Perry had eyed the contents of the pub, satisfied in her search. She turned to see Max entering behind her. While she liked Max, he was also competition. Sharing stuff was paramount in Clue, though this game meant someone was a murderer and would lie and disguise to win. So was it better to find someone to trust or be sus of everyone.

She sauntered over like an old fashioned flapper. [color=E3867F]"Why not buy a dame a drink before you pester her with questions, big boy?"[/color] She was loving this moment. [color=E3867F]"I'll take a dirty martini. Extra dirty."[/color] She winked at Max. As she waited for her drink, she continued. [color=E3867F]"It's looking like the pub might be a dead end. Poor choice of words, but you know what I mean. After we partake in our inebtrations I suggest scouting elsewhere. Perhaps somewhere nearby holds more clues."[/color]