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[center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] The Strand (Glimmeric) --> Talink Estate

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIdWQ-iVDd4][color=556B2F]- [I]Yousuf Karsh[/I][/color][/url]

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	As Thalken left the Glimmeric, the sun was setting and so with it went its warmth and light. The practically barren streets of London were cast into the shadows, giving them a more ominous feel. If the streets were dangerous during the day, they were most certainly treacherous come nightfall. And yet, one could say this was Thalken's domain. After all, he had lived a life in the darkness and was only beginning to relish the light.

	He opted to take the same route he had traversed earlier today. His hand rested on the hilt of his Dao as he navigated the dark alleyways through the Strand to the Adelphi area. It wasn't the safest means of travel, but it was certainly quicker, particularly for those like himself who were quite familiar with them. As long as you didn't run into any criminals along the way, the lessened amount of congestion made for swifter travel. However, that factor seemed to matter little tonight, as the streets of London were oddly empty. Fear drove people to their homes out on the countryside, as if that would provide them better protection. No, as far as Thalken saw it, that just made them easier to pick off one by one.  

	Thalken traveled quickly through the Adelphi area to the nearby docks. He had anticipated to run into someone or to encounter some form of resistance along the way, but he hadn't. One would think that the lack of problems would put him at ease, but it in fact did quite the opposite. It put him on edge the remainder of his travels. Considering all he had seen and experienced yesterday and today, he did not buy for one second that tonight was going to be purely peaceful. Something was a foot. He could feel it in his bones.

	He finally passed through the docks, which were surprisingly constable free. He supposed even they did not want to remain outside after dark. He quickly covered the remaining distance home, and soon enough he was stepping foot inside the manor on the Talink Estate. The absence of his sister and father quickly became apparent to him, and it only served to add to his tension. According to the servants they were settling the terms of a business transaction with the Crypts. Thalken did not like that they had left without him. If only he knew the deal the Lady Crypt was making with the devil...
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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Stage Coach Route towards Manchester 

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfgUtVDdn0Q][color=DC143C]- [I]"Don't Stop" by Nothing More[/I][/color][/url]

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	Fyror and Gerard finally rode into St. Albans as the sun set. It quickly became apparent that the small hamlet was filled to the brim with people. Fyror figured they were most likely leaving, or rather fleeing, London for the so called safety of their homes out on the countryside. His mind was too preoccupied to entertain the thought of whether or not leaving the confines of London was an intelligent decision. 

	They once more had to stop to change horses and to check the carriage. At this point, Fyror had lost count of how many stops they had made today. All he knew was that with every minute lost was one more minute that Lord Rutherford had on them. They had to get to Millicent before it was too late. Despite the dangers that traveling at night posed, Fyror was even more determined to press on. If they waited until morning to travel, the roads would be heavily congested with all these travelers, and thus they would slow them down tremendously. As far as he saw it, that wasn't an option even if the alternative was a risky one.

	While the horses were quickly being changed, he paced outside the carriage to stretch his long legs and to burn off some energy. His face grew grim as he heard the none too comforting conversations around him. Washed out roads was the last thing they needed considering they were already behind as is. He hoped at least that meant Lord Rutherford would have to hunker down in Nottingham for awhile while the storm past. One could only hope and pray in the given circumstances.

	Fyror turned as a man approached them. [color=DC143C]"We are heading for Manchester on urgent business,"[/color] he addressed the man.