[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color]  St.Albans
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	Gerard did not want to waste time as they are literally racing against it, and although it annoys him of the constant changing of horses every now and again, it has to be done. He stood just a fair distance from his companion, crouching down on the dirt as he take the his time with the pebbles on the ground. Every once in a while he would watch the myriad of people, around the small hamlet, it seemed most of them had the idea of leaving the city as well. Gerard heaved a sigh, he wished the moment he gets Millie to safety, they would all be returning home to the country. THere's no way he would be setting foot back in London, for a very very long time at least. 

	Gerard turned his attention towards the men who just now approached them, asking them of their next route. He stood up on his feet, as he dusted the dirt from his hands and moved closer to them. Fryor had adressed them of their business and Gerard simply gave them both a sharp nod in agreement. Gerard was serious that he would not be stopping for anything, he can tolerate sleeping in the carriage anyway if he is visited by tiredness and he had packed enough food that could last a few days. It's somewhat, brought the memories of living in a ship. And what stuck with him from that is the feeling of comfort when sleeping in a traveling motion. It was quiet odd and thus so far he'll do okay. 
 
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[center][h1][color=f6989d]Frances Warwick[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=f6989d]Location:[/color]  The Glimmeric;
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	Ruby was taking rounds at the tables this time, and the madame was staying inside her quarters for half of the night. She was standing at her large bay window behind her desk, arms crossed. From here she could see the docks from a distance, a rather nice view as the waters faintly illuminated by the street lights and the spectacular moonlight.

	So far the night went on as usual, only that everyone was guarded. Benny, the Glimmerics all around protector was standing guard just outside the doors, something that the Madam had never considered before, as it usually scares off the patrons yet this time, she saw it fit to have him stand guard there to keep a close eye on anything that seemed threatening, or at least be around when a somebody decides to pull an Almack's. A capable hand he is, internally Benny is somewhat harmless and would only willingly do what the madam says. THat doesn't mean he looks less intimidating as what people perceive him to be.

	Yet tonight, patrons were limited. Only a few of their usual visitors coming in tonight and with a new dreaded concerns coming from their mouths. It seemed the news of the murders has finally had everyone agitated, to put it lightly. And one can only assume that having such terrible events happen on two consecutive days, will eventually have people, especially of the esteemed and well to do status leave the city and into the safety of their homes in the country sides. This bore no good news to every honest business owner and if this goes on for quite a while, surely incomes will plummet, terrible timing in the season of abundant reaping. 

	 The madame's thoughts on the current matter are slightly stressing her. This curse, was becoming hindrance to the business which was now slowly becoming personal. This would mean they have to find a way to adapt, if this goes on and she feels like it would. They would have to make cuts, on pay, on resources. They would have to make others leave, it's the only practical choice she would never allow. Yet all her possible choices were bleak.