[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color] Back to the Wyndham Manor
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	Gerard took his leave after he went over the details of the recent events with the bishop which he did his best to respond at the best of his memory. As he hopped on over to his steed and went on his way, he couldn't help reflecting on the woman's words earlier. The words somehow gnawed on him, a feeling in his gut that something bad was going to happen. He was not sure how or why but it was a feeling all the same which brought him unease. He worried about Milli, her family and everyone else, hoping that what he's worrying over is nothing more than a false feeling.

	Walking lazily, Gerard let out a heavy yawn. The day had almost rendered him exhausted, passing over within the city proper to having witnessing a soulless in action. The people there have recognized him still from earlier, eyes on him while some murmur amongst themselves. Though the presence of fear had left from them since, it hadnt stopped them from worrying on what lies ahead. How many more of them will befall to such a fate? One of them could be next. 

	As he reached near the park, and unto the Manor gates, he was greeted by Wendy who rushed at him with her more than usual greeting. Going down and unto his knees he gave her a calming pat [color=a2d39c]"What is it, old girl?"[/color] Standing up, he followed her as she ran inside.