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[h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	[color=0072bc]"I know not of any,"[/color] Millicent said in a disparaging voice. Sighing she heard her step mother barking orders again to everyone in ear shot. Shaking her head she turned to her friend and forced a smile. [color=0072bc]"Perhaps you should return home to prepare. I shall meet you outside of Almack's one hour before the event this evening ready as I can be for any possible attack, though I do not know how ready I will be to dance,"[/color] she said trying to make light of the situation. 

	Opening the door to her fathers study she escorted her friend out of the room and down the hall to the front door, biding her farewell. Leaving the door open she instructed her butler to flag down the hackney that took the two to the church that was close by for information about Miss Mosi and Sir Killdragon. She wished to inquire if they were alright. Though she truly did not know either well she worried about their well being. Turning she headed upstairs to prepare. 

	Over at the inn, the gossip was running amok in the dinning area, people trading horror stories but most that were leaving their lips were nothing but exaggerated lies. Wanting people to pity them for things they had not lived through. Such things lead to a general feeling of panic because for people with little, a story was more valuable to than most anything. It took their minds off the truth of their reality and gave them something else to focus on. 


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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Elizaveta remained quiet during the exchange of words and the walk to the Sisters quarters. Her face blank as she walked, her fingers gently holding the folds of her gown as she made her way with Mary to a private location. She knew the woman would have to have answers and she could provide at least some of those but out in the open was probably not the best location as far as she was concerned. Even within the walls of Holy ground, people still lived and people were fallible. They could over hear a part of something and take it the wrong way, gossip would spread and mass panic could ensue. That was the last thing she wished. 

	As they made their way behind closed doors Elizaveta did not sit, simply standing there as the door was closed with her guards posted on the other side to keep an eye out. [color=a187be]"This is perfectly respectable Sister, to answer your earlier question I do not guess that he was targeted because he possesses skill. I know he was."[/color]

	Sighing she pushed her gown back slightly and laced her fingers together, letting them fall and rest against the front of her waist. [color=a187be]"I feel I need to explain... Let me begin..."[/color] she said as she stood there before taking a moment to expand on things. She told Sister Mary that she was there on direct order from her church, another could have been sent but due to her title she took the role on personally. She went onto to tell the Sister of some of the skills of her lands. An innate ability that could be honed to detect the linger presence of a future soulless if they had been attacked, a clarity to see within the hearts of another to see if any skills or blessings resided in the person, two skills that were not taught in any other land and had not yet been revealed to the Council of Training as of yet. 

	[color=a187be]"I am here as a Representative of my country to meet with the Council in three days time. We have more we can teach the world, skills that need to be learned. We tried at the last meeting but were shot down. I am hoping for a different outcome this time. Our skills are unique in many ways. They differ in two major areas. One, they are ones no one has access to yet. Two, and the greater difference, is the fact they do not all require a decade of training and can be taught to those who have gone under training in other lands. They can compliment others, they are not a stand alone life."[/color]

	Elizaveta took a moment of time to let what she had told Sister Mary to sink in. Lifting her chin slightly a small smile came to her lips. [color=a187be]"This will have to wait for further discussion. You are needed,"[/color] she said in a rather frank voice. Two seconds passed and there was a knock at the Sisters door. 

	"Sister Mary, there was another attack. A young Lady. The bishop needs you urgently in the catacombs," the nun called through the door. 

	Below the Bishop led Gerard down into the catacombs and over to a marble slab to where he motioned for the man to set the girl down on. "Now, please tell me just what occurred, every detail. The sister will be along shortly," the Bishop said as he took a torch from the wall and lit a few candles that were laying around to bring better light to the subterranean room. 


*Council Of Training - A group of the highest of each land that meet to discuss the needs of various training locations, if new skills have been discovered, and how training has changed. They meet every five years in London.