[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color]  Wyndham Manor, Stables
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	Gerard relates to Abigail's worry, arms folded and tightly gripping around him. If that were the case then that's not entirely a comforting idea, Millie being put to an asylum will only make things worst. [color=a2d39c]"Aye, that is very likely. I do hope she'll be alright."[/color] He assured Abby, but more so himself. Their short walk was disturbed by Emma's calling, peering from inside Millie's bedroom window. Gerard shot up at her and was greeted by a familiar image, one from yesterday morning. Emma is very much like her mother truly, although he cant exactly say he'd prefer Emma from her mother. Still, he would very much welcome Mrs. Wyndham looking out through that window whilst she eye's him in nagging displeasure at the sight  of him and her step daughter. If there could be any possible way to turn back time, to that exact same day, he'd be up for the bargain.

	As Emma ordered him to prepare the carriage, and Abby excusing herself to find Lily, Gerard eventually did her request. He thought where they would be going today, perhaps to check on Mrs. Wyndham at the hospital. Millicent could also be there, though mostly it was mere hoping in his part. Nonetheless, Gerard straight away arranged the horses fueled and readied, after which he finished the rest of his small chores, and of course preparing himself before the start of the journey. 

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[center][h1][color=f6989d]Frances Warwick[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=f6989d]Location:[/color]  The Glimmeric;
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	Frances listened to the woman's tale in a calmly fashion, as if trying to make out her words under her shaking. The sight of the body truly horrified her. Although in this area, it was not entirely uncommon for one to pass by a dead body at a ditch somewhere, or even in the brothel's own beds. It gets tricky having to explain to a constable on the sudden and growing cause of deaths in the establishment. Though Frances guiltily admits she could have some contribution to the former, with her own fair share of business dealings with a couple of shadowy people so to speak, a dead soul is not that hard to spot at some shady areas of the place. Although the news of one was not so surprising,  the story told by Sarah Ann and the fact that it was Lord Galloway had certainly turned the most curious heads.
	
	After the young woman told what she had witnessed, the madam put a gentle hand on the anxious woman to calm her down [color=f6989d]"Breathe girl. That's it. "[/color]. Sarah Ann was fairly new to all this, both living in this line of work and living under the danger of the soulless. Despite her pragmatic approach with things, Frances isn't one to enforce her to adjust instantly, after all things have never been easy for these young women. From afar she could hear the local butcher, Micheal who called out to Thomas and saw him running for the nearest constable. Micheal was a surprisingly decent man, and a few who still has some respect for the women at the brothel. A few of the men she considers trustworthy, and by Frances' standards, that is saying a lot.

	 While the madam comforted the young woman, Micheal voiced out his concern for Sarah. Frances returned him an earnest smile. [color=f6989d]"I believe she will be."[/color] she acknowledged his concern and turned back to Sarah. [color=f6989d]"Go inside and rest now, we'll be taking it from here."[/color] Though with the madam's sometimes cold and cynical nature she is most compassionate to her girls. She called out one of them who were peering out at the commotion, and asked Sarah to be escorted. She took one good look from a reasonable distance at the body. From what she can familiarly discern, this was definitely Lord Galloway.

	 [color=f6989d]"This visit is most unexpected."[/color] Frances airily remarks, her eyes down from the late Lord. "He a bit pastier in person don't ya think?" Ruby responds with a quip, causing the madam to slowly shake her head. However a slight curiosity got the better of her, she then turned to Michael to get a grasp at the sudden and unusual incident. [color=f6989d]"Have you by any chance got a glimpse of the whole happening? Anything that could possibly tell as to why the Lord was rolling lifeless on the gravel?"[/color]