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[center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Dock in London (Near Somerset House) --> [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c6/Adam_Brothers_Adelphi.jpg]Adelphi[/url]

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	Thalken melded into the shadows of the docks as the sounds of the constables grew louder and louder. He tried to put as much distance from the docks as he possibly could in a short amount of time. All the while, he maintained a light-footedness that helped him evade detection. It had become habitual really, as he had plenty of opportunities to practice it over the years. As a bounty hunter, the goal was to make the kill and then to get the heck out of there. After all, to be caught basically meant game over. What a screwed up world he called his life. He would like to profess that he was dragged into it all, but that wouldn't be a valid statement. There was a time when he dove headfirst into the darkness and embraced it wholeheartedly. It took his mother being cruelly ripped from his life for him to see the err of his ways. Unfortunately, he was already in too deep to simply back out unscathed.

	He let out a small sigh of relief when he had put the docks and the constables behind him. He was now coming up to the rows of large buildings that made up the Adelphi area. Thalken knew that the Royal Society of the Arts and the Adelphi Theatre were also located nearby. The latter in particular was one of the many places that his father Beowulf and his uncles Lycus and Arend liked to use for their underworld dealings. While the ton was inside enjoying a show or after party, the Talink family was plotting someone's demise. Some poor unfortunate soul was sure to die in the nearby alleyways. He could vividly picture one such occasion. All the hunts and kills used to meld together, but after his mother's death, he could seemingly picture every last detail. Truth be told, he was haunted by the blood that was on his hands.
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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Westminster Hospital 
[b][color=DC143C]Mood Music:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZVrWtRF5RQ]"Hold On For Your Life" by Sam Tinnesz[/url]

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	Fyror's brows furrowed in that characteristic way of his, as he watched Dr. Graham closely. There was a tension about the young soldier, one that tended to make his harsh features more pronounced. What was this all about? What did the doctor so urgently want to speak to him about? Well, he was sure to find out soon enough, but he definitely wouldn't like one bit of it. He flinched slightly when the apparent topic of conversation was Lord Rutherford. He looked away, opting to stare at the wall for a moment. Why did that wretched man get under his skin so easily? Maybe it was just that, Fyror could sense the man's wretchedness and it rubbed him the wrong way. And Millicent. There was something about her that he adored, but Lord Rutherford had already set his sights on her. Fyror was left in the crosshairs, hurt, broken hearted, and wanting nothing more than to protect her honor.

	He tried to school his expression before looking at Dr. Graham once more, but there was emotion still clearly written on his face. Granted, his emotions were too jumbled to really decipher one from the next. Did Dr. Graham see that he had affection for Millicent and wish to reprimand him for it? The mere thought was appalling! Of all the things he could possibly be accused of, dishonor was the most abhorrent! He relaxed some though when Dr. Graham did not accuse him of such. No, the doctor was also concerned about Millicent's engagement with Lord Rutherford. But why? His heart sank into his stomach and his blood ran cold as Dr. Graham stated the truth of Lord Rutherford's past. Fyror was not entirely familiar with the rumors of London, seeing as he lived outside the city, so this was news to him. His breaths came in and out sharper, nostrils flaring slightly, and his muscles tensed more. [color=DC143C]"Millicent is in grave danger then. What must I do to protect her?"[/color] he replied. There was really no question as to whether or not he would help someone out. The answer would be more often than not yes. That's just the type of person he was.