[center][h1][color=AA8239]Nathan Darcy[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=AA8239][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Gates of Jericho, London -> Wyndham Estate
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Sitting back in his carriage, Nathan sighed as he passed the time through the trip with meditation, letting the time pass somewhat quickly as he eventually peered out the windows to see the wall of Jericho which stretched around London. As they moved in behind the other carriages, he relaxed, leaning over to the window as the invitation was presented to him, he couldn't help but chuckle softly, something always seemed to be going on when he came to London. For the time being he wasn't entirely sure if he'd stop by, but he knew he'd certainly think it through as the day went on.

For now, he was focused on why he'd come to London in the first place as his carriage finally made its way through the gates and into the city itself. The driver knew where to go, he'd taken Nathan to the Wyndham estate a few times before. It wasn't uncommon for him to stop by, even unannounced, for training or a chat, whenever he came to London, for whatever reason, it was generally one of his first stops. While he may have been less than thrilled with the company of Millicent's mother after all, her sisters were never terrible company and she herself was usually good to chat to.

He decided he would stop elsewhere to rest and redress himself later, for the time being he looked fine enough, and he had no real need for food or drink since he'd brought some in the carriage. He would see Millicent, perhaps involve himself in some brief training or a cup of tea, and once he was done he'd worry about settling down in some lodgings to prepare for the evening's event. He was all too curious how that would go, events with so many invited peoples were usually interesting to say the least, he'd have to ask if Milli herself was going to be in attendance. 

The ride didn't take too long, and as they approached he noticed another carriage outside, perhaps there had been another visitor. Regardless, he felt it only police to offer gentle greetings to a friend before he did much else. Letting the driver settle the carriage outside, he opened the door and climbed out, adjusting his Haori somewhat as he moved to the door, reaching up to grasp the knocker, giving the door a gentle three knocks as he clasped his hands behind his back, sucking in a deep breath as he waited for an answer, unknowingly the second visitor.