[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color] St.Eth's
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	It wasnt long before Gerard had reached the spacious vicinity of St Etheldreda's Cathedral, gazing up to admire the marvelous infrastructure before him.  Though he had lived quite awhile in the city, the grandeur buildings of London never failed to catch his eye, they were unlike the usual structures where he mostly grew up in. He followed the path leading to the cathedral, the place was quiet the moment he reached near the entrance. On horseback, and with the body with him, he walked towards the man judging by his robes, was the bishop who was midway speaking to a group of people. The man in lavish robes, together with some of the people with, stood back at the sight of him. Gerard stood consciously, with the dead woman now in his arms,  a scruffy Irish hound distinctly out of place in a crowd of pristine white gowns and robes. 

	The bishop, who was now turning a bit white under collar the moment he saw him, as if he had an idea of what he already came for. Still, he asked anyway. "Can I help you lad?". Gerard adjusted the himself, quite nervously,  as everyone has their eyes on him, angered and frightened. [color=a2d39c]" I brought a victim of the soulless "[/color] The murmuring coming from the group of people intensified. Gerard hopes that they would help now, he had already gone this far. But by any chance they did reject him, it wasn't as equally wise to leave the body unattended without the proper consecrations, it would be far too dangerous. That being said  Gerard would be willing to even go over all the churches in London, if it means one less soulless to deal with, and laying this poor woman to rest. 


	"Bishop! This cannot stand!" he was cut of when one yelled from the peering crowd, the sight of the soulless in the irishman's arms had stirred up the already anxious group of people. "Please have faith that we are doing everything we can," the bishop said, trying his best to reassure them. Seems nowadays faith is the only thing that gets them by everyday. Something that Gerard wished he had, and has a hard time finding specially in these days looming with darkness of the soulless threat. "Now please return to your work or home. I will handle this, have faith in the lord and his servants." He continues on for a moment before they finally, begrudgingly take their leave slowly.  

	The bishop turned back to Gerard. "Forgive me, again. How can I help you and please, be quick, it has been a rather rough morning, it seems for all," he said, his eyes ended up at the dead woman in his arms. [color=a2d39c]"Is there anyone here who would know how to help this poor woman?"[/color]  Gerard said, his voice gentle yet touched with the roughness of his coarsey Irish accent [color=a2d39c]"I'm sure the church would be able to know how to take care her. I pray."[/color]