[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/161203/27a034e8ea53c1b04481b19ad78c9a9c.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3oKIPfz9cQZIJsAMw0/giphy.gif[/img][/center] [center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Westminster Hospital [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170918/df66d963abbf9005d7c12a0315969cb2.png[/img][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170918/e6349d5a5dcf4f93f021cd64a54e5f1a.png[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQOJ8n76sys][color=DC143C]- [I]"Your World Will Fail" by Les Friction[/I][/color][/url] [hr][hr][/center] Fyror nodded his head solemnly, before his gaze followed Dr. Graham's to the map on the wall. It was a shame that the doctor did not have a specific route in mind that would get them to Gretna Green the quickest. He himself was perhaps a bit lacking in knowledge of the roads in that particular part of the country, and particularly those beyond the border. However, he fortunately had sufficient resources on hand to get them where they needed to go. [color=DC143C]"I must consult my father Colonel Theodore on the matter. He may know of any back routes that could get us to Gretna Green quicker. If not, we will have to stick to the main roads. I have several maps that should suffice,"[/color] he stated. He glanced over at Gerard as he spoke, making sure to include the man in the matter. He took a mental note of the additional places that Dr. Graham mentioned before bidding the man farewell as the man was called back to work. Fyror then turned to face Gerard fully. He nodded his head in acknowledgement of the man's introduction. [color=DC143C]"I wish we could have had the pleasure of meeting under less pressing circumstances,"[/color] he replied, before quickly getting to business. [color=DC143C]"My family is staying in an inn just two parks down. As I said, I need to consult with my father regarding what route would be quickest. I figure we can use one of the regiment's coaches. We will also need provisions, as the journey will take several days. I could just pick you up here once I get what we need."[/color] He didn't give Gerard much time to respond as he was already backing away, and soon enough he had turned his back to Gerard and had taken off at a sprint. His boots hit the ground with dull thuds and his sheathed sword clanked at his side as he wasted little time running through the halls of Westminster Hospital towards the front entrance. [hr][hr] [hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170105/6f250f0a6ea652257bed529aa7c3eef0.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/04346aa4d2aa84349c35bd86f3439797/tumblr_mt4y8gWX9m1sx8vito1_500.gif[/img][/center] [center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] The Strand (Nuetermyre's) [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170823/24479d438413bdd8b59d305562c6fc64.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170823/29797c45ad56a273789e6c3ddf0726c2.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170924/99d63091b0deafba038e4799b63fb2bf.png[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POqEVwROEQs][color=556B2F]- [I]"I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young[/I][/color][/url] [hr][hr][/center] Thalken lifted his end of the dead body and then followed Michael's lead. He carefully helped carry the body inside Nuetermyre's to the backroom. He wrinkled his nose shortly upon entering said room, as practically everything was covered in a film of dust. He gladly dumped the body onto one of the blood stained tables, but he was subsequently rewarded with a thick cloud of dust. He coughed and quickly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve. His dark eyed gaze looked around the room, taking in its decrepit state with clear distaste. He glanced over at Michael, barely catching what the man muttered under his breath. [color=556B2F]"That's assuming the cause of death was of Soulless origin,"[/color] he stated, pulling his sleeve away from his mouth while he spoke. He then covered his mouth and nose again as he started coughing. He turned back towards the body, looking it over carefully once more. Surely there was some clue that would more obviously link it to the dead bodies found at the docks. He looked back over at Michael as the man offered him a handkerchief. Thalken eyed it for a moment before grudgingly accepting it. [color=556B2F]"Thanks,"[/color] he muttered. The words were almost inaudible, but nevertheless he said them. Maybe things were looking up for him after all. [I]Meanwhile,[/I] at the Talink Estate, the Lady Virginia Crypt's letter had finally arrived at its destination. "Sir Beowulf, a letter has arrived for you from the Lady Crypt," a young servant boy exclaimed, grabbing the attention of Thalken's father [url=http://www.eloyagency.com/wp-content/uploads/Theo-Thodoridis-1.jpg]Beowulf[/url]. He looked up from the papers he was going over, his dark eyed gaze landing on the servant. "Give it to me then," Beowulf retorted gruffly and impatiently held out his hand. It was no doubt easy to see Thalken's resemblance to the man, both in appearance and mannerisms. This of course was to Thalken's utmost displeasure. The servant hastily handed the letter over to his rather imposing master and exited the room in a similarly swift manner. It wasn't unknown to the staff the kind of nefarious dealings the Talinks were involved in. With that in mind, one must tread carefully in this household if they wished to live to see another day. There was little reason, outside a potential business transaction, for the Crypts to contact to him, so Beowulf wasted little time opening the letter and carefully reading it over. A smirk came to his features upon reading it. Given the content of the letter, regarding the dire circumstances surrounding the Viscount Wenwynith, it was certainly inappropriate to find any sort of pleasure from it. And yet, in a devilish way he did. He did not wish the family harm, per se. No, it was more that he found this to be a convenient opportunity to extort them into giving him what he wanted. Given the Crypts were a family of title, power, and riches, it was anyone's guess what he truly wanted. Ultimately, he would take full advantage of the unfortunate predicament the Crypt family had found themselves in. He grabbed a piece of parchment and began penning a simple letter in response. [hider=To the Lady Virginia Crypt] Lady Virginia Crypt, The Talink family can certainly be of aid in these dire circumstances. We will ride out post haste to the Crypt Manor to discuss the terms of this agreement. Sir Beowulf Talink [/hider] Beowulf then sealed and addressed the letter before waving over a servant to take them. "Thalcona! Thalken!" he then called out to his children. His deep, demanding voice carried through the expanse of their home. After a few relatively short minutes, Thalcona alone emerged into the study. "I surmise your brother is out causing trouble," he stated. "Yes, father." Thalcona replied simply, nodding her head. "Good then. We are taking the carriage to Crypt Manor to discuss the terms of a business transaction," Beowulf exclaimed as he stood up from his desk. "We are leaving now."