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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Westminster Hospital 

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQOJ8n76sys][color=DC143C]- [I]"Your World Will Fail" by Les Friction[/I][/color][/url]

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	[color=DC143C]"Whatever the case may be, I am preparing myself for anything. I don't expect Lord Rutherford to go down easily, the worst perpetrators never do,"[/color] Fyror replied as his attention returned to Dr. Graham. He watched for a moment as the man began checking his pocket watch and looking over some papers.

	Fyror's gaze then drifted over to the stable hand who stood alongside him. The man's anxiety was palatable through his demeanor. Clearly he was equally concerned about Millicent's safety. He vaguely wondered the extent of the man's relationship with Ms. Wyndham, recalling how Mrs. Wyndham had stated that the man often read in the stables with her step-daughter. It was a curious situation but not entirely unsurprising. Millicent clearly did not see the world in the same way as the ton did. Titles and appearances did not seem to sway her perception of people. She saw the real man or woman underneath. As far as Fyror was concerned, a friend of Millicent was a friend of his. 

	Perhaps his perception of the man would be different if he knew of Gerard's history with his father, or perhaps he would not. He knew about the case but not of the names of those involved. Such details were privy only to a select few as a means of protecting the identity of the man (Gerard) who had provided the pertinent information at the expense of his own brothers. [color=DC143C]"I am Sir Fyror Kildragon, by the way. I don't know that we have ever been formally introduced,"[/color] he stated to Gerard. His attention left the stable hand when Dr. Graham spoke up once more.

	[color=DC143C]"Then we best be getting a move on. It would be ideal if we could cut them off before they reach their destintation. What's the quickest route to Gretna Green?"[/color] he replied determinedly. 
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[center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] The Strand (Glimmeric to Nuetermyre's)

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POqEVwROEQs][color=556B2F]- [I]"I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young[/I][/color][/url]

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	Thalken let out a small huff and rolled his eyes at Michael's comment. As far as he was concerned, he would talk when necessary or when he felt that he had something of note to say. Granted, it wasn't entirely lost on him that he had an off-putting tendency to speak with a harsh bluntness. He didn't necessarily do it intentionally. It was really just the only way this socially deprived man knew how to communicate. He wore on his sleeve the hatred he felt for his world that was drowned in darkness. He wasn't here to make friends, and he wasn't here to make enemies. He just wanted an out. Ultimately, at his own pace, he would do whatever it took to feel what it was like to live in the light and to leave the darkness behind. It didn't matter how uncomfortable or painful the process was. He was ready for it, but unfortunately, old habits die hard.

	There was that ever-present intensity to his dark eyes as he watched and waited for Nuetermyre. He was honestly tempted to pull out his pistol and fire a round into the air. That would surely get people scrambling to attention. A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips at the thought. That soon evaporated as the "doctor" finally made his appearance following a string of profanities. As Nuetermyre disappeared back into the window, Thalken glanced over at Michael with a looked that said [I]'seriously?'[/I] Needless to say, he wasn't overly impressed with this so-called doctor. He let out a small sigh in response to Michael's comment about watching your pockets. If his twin sister Thalcona was here, she probably would have translated that as a [I]'whatever.'[/I]

	Nuetermyre eventually came to the door, and Thalken stood silently and broodingly off to the side while Michael and the doctor talked. The only upside to this current situation was when the doctor finally left them alone. [I]Good riddance.[/I] Thalken arched a brow at Michael's added comment. [color=556B2F]"Remind me not to die in this part of town,"[/color] he grumbled before helping move the body once more.