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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Hyde Park Inn --> Green Park & St. James Park (Horseback) --> Westminster Hospital 

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	Whilst awaiting the messenger's return, Fyror sat down to eat breakfast. He was joined by his family shortly thereafter. Conversations were light and seemed to cover nothing more than generalities. There was a reserved, almost impersonal, quality to their demeanors. The atmosphere actually seemed rather tense, which sharply contrasted the ease with which they usually conversed and spent time in each others' companies. He had a sneaking suspicion that this had something to do with what he had said last night. The way in which he had so stubbornly put his foot down, without considering how his brazen actions would affect them.

	He let out a sigh and set down his utensils before addressing them. [color=DC143C]"I am afraid that my blunt words last night have caused a fracture between us. Please, forgive me, as that was not at all my intention,"[/color] he began earnestly. [color=DC143C]"I get so bent on protecting and shielding others from danger that I end up hurting those I hold most dear. I--"[/color] 

	His mother Lilith reached out across the table to squeeze his hand reassuringly. "We know, darling. And if it is truly your desire to stay behind and help the people of London, then we will not stand in your way. You just have to remember that, as your family, we will never stop worrying about your safety," she stated. She gave him a small smile and that was that.

	Just as the Kildragon family were finishing up their breakfast, the messenger returned from his trek to Westminster Hospital with a note in hand. Fyror took the note, thanking him before reading it. His brows furrowed slightly at the urgency that Dr. Graham wrote with. The fact that the Wyndham family was somehow intertwined with this only worked to cement the concern growing within him. [color=DC143C]"Thank you for your help. It is greatly appreciated, but I can take it from here,"[/color] Fyror stated as he folded up the note and put it into his coat pocket.

	He gave a quick farewell to his family before heading swiftly to the stables. He did not feel the need for the servant any longer when he could tack his horse up just as easily by himself. He quickly grabbed his saddle and bridle and then with relative ease located the stall housing his horse Valor. The tall bay Irish bred stallion nickered to him as he rounded the corner and entered its stall. He wasted little time and started tacking him up. Normally he would take the time to brush the stallion down, but seeing as he was in a hurry, he went ahead to skip that step. He tightened up the girth then bridled the horse.

	[color=DC143C]"Come on, Valor,"[/color] he urged, taking the reins in one hand and leading the stallion out of the stables. He threw the reins over Valor's neck and then put his foot into the stirrup before hoisting himself up into the saddle. Once mounted, he kicked his horse forward. He rode through Green Park & St. James Park to Westminster Hospital post haste.
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[center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] London Docks

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	Thalken noted the overall appearances of the victims. For one, the victims were all dressed in tattered clothing made of cheaper fabrics and that were in need of mending. That would suggest that they were of lower societal status. He noted that they all appeared to be young. Perhaps some were no older than their thirties, while others were no younger than their early teens. A couple of the individuals were familiar faces on the docks, not that he knew any of them by name. That would suggest he actually talked to people. Pfft, as if.

	Thalken noted the finer details upon closer inspection, the type of details that would suggest the cause of death. And given his background, one could say that his area of expertise included the various ways in which a person could die. With that in mind, he could glean more information from examining the bodies than the average person could. Oddly, none of them screamed death by Soulless as he had been expecting. Instead these individuals seem to have been killed by more conventional means. Bruising or ligature markings around the neck would suggest death by strangulation. Others had obvious stab wounds, and some had entry and exit wounds that would suggest they were shot. It was a strange hodgepodge of various methods of killing. Perhaps there were multiple killers or killings, or maybe it was just some kind of forensic counter measure.

	And yet Thalken had this niggling sensation that this was carefully and systematically planned out. That there was surely more going on here than meets the eye. He stood back up, and his gaze once more took in the way the bodies were laid out. He felt that there was some kind of message to decode in their layout. So he stood there intensely staring at the bodies, his eyes tracing the way each pointed to the next. It was like a puzzle or a map of sorts. [I]A map?![/I] Maybe the bodies represented different points in London! 

	But what about the pile of bodies? It was clearly different from the way the rest of the bodies were systemically laid out. [I]Multiple bodies? Perhaps signifying multiple deaths? Multiple deaths--Almack's?![/I] The pile of bodies signified the deaths that occurred at Almack's last night. He recalled hearing people talking about there being a Soulless attack in Hyde Park and one in a market in Cheapside. [I]Perhaps some of the bodies signify those events. But what about all of these extra bodies?[/I] Thalken's eyes suddenly widened as a realization dawned on. [color=556B2F]"The extra bodies represent the deaths that have yet to come."[/color]