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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park --> Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone
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	Fyror and Jeanette’s ride to the Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone was slowed by the stream of people fleeing Hyde Park. They scattered across the dirt roads as they most likely headed for the so called safety of their homes. Truthfully, Fyror found it to be a misguided idea that the place you hold most dear is the safest place to be. He knew all too well that tragedy has a notorious habit of disrupting the moments you feel the safest and happiest. He bared the price of that knowledge on his mangled face. 

	Within a few minutes, the hackney coach arrived at their destination. They came to a stop in front of the moderately size white chapel. The sounds of an organ being played and a choir singing filled the air as the coach door was opened. Fyror was about to exit the coach and lend Jeanette a hand getting out, but she quickly fled the confines of the coach before he could. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. [i]What was that about? Surely, it had nothing to do with his presence.[/i] He exited the coach soon after her. He thanked the coach driver before turning back to Jeanette as she spoke. He smiled at her comment. [color=DC143C]“Certainly. Lead the way Miss Crane,”[/color] he added and gestured towards the church.