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[center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Dock in London (Near Somerset House) --> Strand, London (Near Glimmerics)

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	Thalken's shrew gaze confined to take in the way the bodies were laid out. He mentally pictured the streets of London and compared that image to this makeshift map before him. Hyde Park. Almack's. The market in Cheapside. His eyes finally landed on the strange pile of blood. The Strand. The pile of blood represented the Strand on the map. Perhaps there was a clue to be had at that physical location. Well, he didn't have anything better to do, so he might as well go there. Besides, he liked a challenge from time to time.

	Just then, the sounds of the constables' whistles and bells rang out from down the street. [I]Crap.[/I] He needed to get out of here and quickly too. The Talink family was understandably not well liked by the people of the law. The last thing Thalken needed right now was to be associated with the deaths of these people. He quickly spun on his heels, his overcoat billowing out behind him as he fled to the shadowy recesses of the dock. He would keep to the shadows as much as he could as he travelled on foot to the Strand.
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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Westminster Hospital 

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	Seeing as most people opted to stay in the so-called safety of their homes this morning, it made riding through Green Park & St. James Park relatively effortless. Fyror kept the reins loose, allowing his horse to gallop unimpeded. He gave slight leg cues as needed, but it was mostly a straight shot ride through the parks to Westminster Hospital. It was a well needed taste of peace and freedom after last night's debacle and the chaos that was sure to follow. As the hospital came into sight, he gathered up his reins and shifted his weight back in the saddle to cue his horse to slow down. He noted the Indian man and a young lad out front, and he correctly assumed the man was his escort. 

	Fyror pulled his horse to stop alongside them before quickly dismounting. He then handed the reins over to the boy and nodded his head in gratitude before turning to the other man. [Color=DC143C]"Indeed, I am he. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,"[/color] he replied with a polite nod of his head before following the man inside. It seemed that little time was to be wasted. The urgency with which Dr. Graham wished to speak to him left a gnawing sense of worry in him. The fact that it had something to do with the Wyndham family only served to make matters worse. 

	Fyror easily kept up with the man as they weaved through the crowded hallways. [Color=DC143C]"That is quite alright. A little exercise never hurt anyone,"[/color] he replied as they quickly ascended the stairs. For the unhealthier members of the ton, the quick pace would have certainly left them winded. However, he was fighting fit, so it did not significantly faze him. They quickly arrived at their destination, and Fyror thanked the man before turning his attention to Dr. Graham. [Color=DC143C]"Certainly. I am quite honestly anxious to hear what this is all about, particularly how it relates to the Wyndham family,"[/color] he stated as he shook the doctor's hand before taking a seat across from him.