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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Teriny Inn:[/i][/b][/color] "That he does," Nigel said with a slight smile. The parson did in fact have the oddest set of luck he had ever seen. The man should have fallen into a river, been killed by someone he tripped, or just down right cracked his own skull open by now and yet he kept tripping around and seemed none the worse for the ware because of it. Nigel's only explanation for this was that God had to be watching over Calum like a hawk, that or he had an army of angels hovering over the parson at all times. 

	Speaking of the tripping preacher, he waltzed into the Inn and nearly took a head dive over one of the chairs that was halfway pushed under a table. "Oh Fuddle," he murmured as he caught himself. Seeing Maeve sitting there eating her breakfast he gave her a half goofy grin as he took his hat off. "Morning to you on this blessed day," he said happily as he moved with light feet over to her. "I have a carriage ready for us to go to Annan proper today. The Kirkpatrick's wanted me to get your wardrobe taken care of before we made the days journey to their estate. Something about Lady Kirkpatrick wanting to make sure you had the proper attire," he said before shrugging and trying to have a seat on the stool next to Maeve. He had a seat alright, on the floor as his rump hit it hard. 

[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]London, England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[b][i][color=2956b2]The Glimmeric:[/color][/i][/b] Michael wasn't sure and pulled out his pocket watch, checking the time. He seemed to be going through his morning in his mind as he watched the second tick by. After a few moments he looked back over to Frances. "If he was killed shortly after he left he could have been dead nigh on four hours," Michael finally said before looking back over to the body. "But from the way he's laying flopped there like that, I wouldn't think he be dead more than an hour." 

	Michael was no detective by any stretch of the imagination but he was a butcher and dealt with carcasses constantly. (Both fresh and not so fresh.) Then again, in this era, people dropping dead wasn't exactly uncommon though it was usually from natural causes or a duel. You saw your fair share of death in England, it was pretty basic for someone to be able to spot a fresh body. "Hopes Thomas gets back here toot-sweet, be nice for the constable to get this body off the road," he finally added as he looked off down the street. Still no sign of Thomas but that wasn't uncommon. The local authorities usually didn't bother with this part of the Strand this time of the day. 

	[b][i][color=2956b2]Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent Park):[/color][/i][/b] The yelling by both men caused a change in the area. The fog seemed to thicken around them but kept clear of the water. One could easily hear the distinct crack of ice as is froze but it seemed to stop in mid action as Veta's body jerked higher into the air. Then, something appeared far over her. It was nothing the likes either had seen before. A large glistening black tentacled creature with the torso and body of a man with two heads came into view. The one of his six large tentacles finally shifting into view was wrapped around the Grand Duchess's body. This was no Golgravtiz. 

	The creature eyed both Constantin and Vlad, each being looked at by one of the creatures heads before it grinned at them in unison. Veta's body could be seen straining, turning a darker shade of purple as if she was being strangled and crushed to death. Then suddenly it released her and she went plummeting into the water through the last opening of un-iced water, the rest pinning Myska with his head above the ice and his limbs frantically kicking to get loose. Veta's body was quickly beneath the icy surface as it began to close around her. The creature seemed to spin in the air and as if fly off into the fog, the fog followed it and cleared from the water. Leaving nothing behind but the frozen pit in which Veta's body was slowly floating further down to the floor. 

	[b][i][color=2956b2]Green Park:[/color][/i][/b] "Watch the bumps!" Emma yelled out of the carriage to Gerard as they crossed into Green Park and kept heading towards Westminster Hospital. Sitting back she shook her head and looked out the window as she adjusted the ribbons a bit in her hair. She wanted to make sure that she looked her best for any prospective or available Lords that were visiting the hospital. Of course she would check on her mother but then again, even if her mother was still in a horrid condition she knew that Mrs. Wyndham would want her to take every chance she could at landing a titled husband. 

	Her thoughts went to what Abigail had said to her but she dismissed them. There was no chance that Lord Rutherford would ever harm a hair on Millicent's head. He was a Lord, high standing in courts. He was handsome and knew how to carry himself. Sure she had heard rumors within the ton but who didn't have rumors attached to their names. It was common place. The higher the title, the worse the rumors became. But it meant nothing. Right? Shaking her head, she dismissed the thoughts again, if anything did happen it was surely Millicents fault. The girl had a big mouth and never knew when to hold her tongue. "What the bumps!" she yelled out again as she steadied herself in the back of the bumpy carriage. 

	[b][i][color=2956b2]St. Etheldreda's:[/color][/i][/b] "Well what else is new? We have been at war for our souls ever since Eve took a bite of the forbidden fruit," Sister Lazarus quipped before taking the piece of paper and nodding. "And the other?" she asked as she eyed Sister Mary. It wasn't so much that Sister Lazarus cared what either note had within them but she was hardly one to put off half a job when it came to records. If the other was going to be recorded, it might as well be taken care of right then as well. 

	"Come on, haven't got all day," she said quickly as Adam moved around the office looking around quietly. He would reach out from time to time, looking as if he wanted to touch one of the books or tombs but he would draw back quickly and shove his hands into his dirty pockets for a bit. It seemed that he was getting bored but doing his best to be well behaved. If he messed up he wouldn't get to see the Grand Duchess, the thought alone made the boy freeze in his tracks and get a visible chill that cut through him and made his teeth chatter. 

	[b][i][color=2956b2]Crypt Manor:[/color][/i][/b] Peter thought for a moment as Virginia asked her questions before answering. "That is what truly worries me. I found it in the [url=https://www.gardenvisit.com/uploads/image/image/113/113151/cranborne_manor_dorset_original.jpg]center[/url] of the bricked pond there. It has a stone bottom. It doesn't look like it was chipped away to plant and it couldn't have grown overnight through the stone bottom and up through the water," he said nervously as he wrung his hat in his hands. 

	"The rest I do not know. As soon as I spotted the thistle I burned it and came straight to you Lady Crypt. I will go back and look around, bring you samples if you wish. I do not know what could have caused such destruction so quickly this time of the year. The only things I ever seen leave the ivy in such a state was a freeze and that took days, even weeks to get it to this condition. We have not had a cold spell in months."

	[b][i][color=2956b2]The [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c6/Adam_Brothers_Adelphi.jpg]Adelphi[/url](1):[/color][/i][/b] Thalken managed to get to the area just south of the Strand through the shadows and away from the constables that were coming to the docks to inspect all the dead bodies. The area was one of the nicer areas close to the strand and had only completed construction less than fifty years ago. A large block of 24 unified neoclassical buildings made up the area between the Strand itself and the Thames. Nearby what in what was considered the Adelphi area was also the Royal Society of the Arts and the Adelphi Theatre. The latter was a perfect cover for many a shady dealings during the shows that were put on there. This time of the day though, the theatre was quiet outside. Many of the actors and actresses still sleeping off the show and after parties from the night before. 

	[b][i][color=2956b2]Westminster Hospital(1):[/color][/i][/b] "Yes, please forgive me for not writing you about it but once you hear what I have to say you will understand why I dare not send this via a messenger," Dr. Graham said as he leaned back in his chair and pulled is pocket watch from the small pocket in the front of his vest. Flipping the cover open he glanced down at the time before the sound of it clicking closed echoed through the office and he placed it back in its resting place. The chain curving down as he sat up and laced his fingers together, resting his hands on his desk. 

	"I wanted to speak to you about Lord Rutherford," he said as he tried to keep his facial features neutral but there was obvious distaste in his eyes. "Rutherford has been married before and I have heard that he is now engaged to the eldest and only true born Wyndham, Millicent. This disturbs me."

	Shaking his head he rubbed his chin briefly. "Not because of the rumors but because I know these rumors to be true," he said, confirming the talk of the ton. "I was the physician to the family of the woman he married three years ago. A lively woman, not unlike Miss Wyndham. She had an intriguing mind and a quick quit about her. That was until the day she became engaged to Rutherford. Then everything changed so quickly and before I knew it..." he said before his words trailed off and she swallowed a lump in his throat. Rising from his seat he stood up and walked over to a cabinet which held his files. "She was dead."