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[i]#SomethingWickedThisWayComes[/i][/center][hr][hr]	Virginia continued to carry out her analysis. Oddly enough, she found the very same organs the wolf missed within its stomach, though they were human. This in itself was interesting--the balance of probability was not that a wolf would consume the same organs it would later lack. A person must have done this intentionally, along with the placement of the note. Slowly, a profile was coming together. They knew the trained tongue, so they either were friendly with the tribes or had been trained themselves. But they were also patient and had a reason to hate the Crypts. 

	Of course, she knew that the wolf had been fed the organs. They had been partially digested, though that in itself gave Virginia an idea. Might she be able to make an approximation of a wolf's stomach to determine how long ago it had eaten the organs? It was a novel idea, though she would need to find some solution equivalent to a stomach's acid. It was a shame wolves were not more common in England. It would have been a great aid. 

	Miss Evers returned, only to be sent off by Virginia once more. She had been in the middle of removing the organs, before explaining to the maid that everyone on the property would need to be interviewed as to their whereabouts that morning. Miss Evers had returned by the time Virginia was removing her gloves and making her final notes, giving her a run down of everything she had learned. Peter had gotten up as normal, had breakfast, and then went to work. Alfred responded similarly, with James insisting that he had been playing [i]Wake the Dead[/i] until his morning lessons. 

	"Is that all, my lady?" Miss Evers asked, eyeing Virginia's tattered gown. "Shall I see about cleaning that?"

	[color=9999ff]"No, you shall not,"[/color] Virginia responded coolly. [color=9999ff]"If these people mean to end us, then we shall kill them as well."[/color] There was little other analysis that she could think of performing. She merely had to now consider the facts she had learned and see if any clues might enlighten a suspect. [hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/nvq4ksl7p/maeve.png[/img]
[img]https://s2.postimg.org/88devw7h5/Regency_Chloe_12.gif[/img][hr][color=ff6600][b]Location[/b][/color]: Annan[/center][hr][hr]	Maeve declined to take Calum's hand, hoisting herself into the carriage. It wasn't the most lady like action to take, but she didn't care too much at the moment. She was peeved, enough to the extent that she didn't wish to admit her curiosity about the parson's double life. Well, the fake parson. She honestly wasn't sure what to make of him anymore and she was certain she didn't care. He was a means to an end. [color=ff6600]"If oi 'av mislead yer, [i]Father Blair[/i], I'm sorry. but it doesn't matter ter me who yer are, as long as dis job gets done an' oi git what's mine."[/color]

	She didn't bother looking at him, instead turning her head to gaze outside the window of the carriage. She supposed she shouldn't have been too surprised that a protestant, of all people, was causing such a reaction in her. And so what if he claimed he was a father as well? She didn't have any reason to trust a single word that came out of his mouth. He could've claimed to be the King of England at this point and she wouldn't have bothered to care. If anything, she would've just become more and more disappointed. 

	In herself, of course.