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	*Remember your skills peeps, ^_~

	[b][i][color=2956b2]The Glimmeric:[/color][/i][/b] The place was nearly a ghost town in comparison to how it normally was by this time of the evening. Sure there were a few but it was far from what was needed. Yet there was one there that normally was not. Michael came into the establishment slowly, glancing around as he did. He was not one to ever frequent the place at night. He would come by during the day from time to time but that was only ever to speak with them or to make a delivery if the girls were not strong enough to carry in what was needed. 

	This time he carried a very large thick piece of cloth that seemed to be bound around something that was smoking slightly. It smelt heavenly. "As promised," he said with a warm smile as he walked over towards the bar and gently set down the wrapped package. Undoing the twine he unwrapped it and within held a full side of beef. It looked as if he had been cooking all day and then some. Falling apart on the bone with plenty of fixin's. "I had an order canceled. Twas already paid for. I cannot eat this and why let it go to waste?" He was kind in his words and truthful. He had promised them meat this day but nothing like this. Yet an order had been canceled as one of his customers were fleeing the city. Many were. "Please, enjoy it."

	[b][i][color=2956b2]Stage Coach Route Towards Manchester:[/color][/i][/b] "Manchester? Good choice. Roads be clearest that route. If ye be riding hard enough, you may reach Stafford by dawn," the man said. "Be it three stops between here and Stafford. Deventry, Rugby, then Tamworth," he explained as he motioned to a different carriage. "This be the one you need to be taking. Yet if you are going for a more relaxed travel, the one you came in may hold out for the journey. It just be depending on how much of a hurry ya be in m'lord."

	It would be up to them if they wished to stay in their current carriage or change over to another. Their things could be moved quickly and payment was as it should be. This was good news. Lady Luck seemed to be in their favor. If they could reach Stafford by dawn it would mean they had made up on lost time. Was there a chance they could actually reach Manchester before Lord Rutherford? If so, it would mean they could cut the vile man off before he reached Gretna Green. If not, could they catch him? Even if they did, would Millicent agree not to marry the man? So many questions and so little time. 

	[b][i][color=2956b2]A Funeral:[/color][/i][/b] The fire continued to burn for a few moments longer. Strong and white. A sudden gush of wind picked up and the fire was blown out. Not to any side as one might think but straight down. It was nearly instantaneous and once the smoke cleared the embers were cold and no heat remained. In fact a layer of frost remained even though the ambient air was far above a degree which would cause that. More than that the ashes of the funeral pyre seemed to be divided, into multiple different areas. Or perhaps it was more than that? It nearly seemed as if arrows were stamped into the ashes that remained. One pointed towards the north west, what lay in that direction? And another towards west and just slightly south. Each line in the ash had a length. The first was of decent length. The second actually left the pyre and continued out to the garden wall and perhaps would have gone beyond even that. From the pyre came out parchment and landed at Virginia's feet. Burned but not ash. Yet there was nothing written on the paper, at least not to the naked eye. Perhaps it was time to see more than what people would have her see.  

	[b][i][color=2956b2]Russian Imperial Tent City:[/color][/i][/b] Sister Lazarus let out a grunt as her eyes finally fell on Sister Mary. "I will not even bother asking to why you are in such surroundings." Her voice was terse and short as she spoke, her eyes darting around to those there. "Oh course everything is not fine. I am out of my library, away from the dusting and filing. Such questions." Shaking her head a bit she pulled out from her robes a letter which had been delivered to the abbey and handed it over to her. "From Lady Crypts estate." Handing it over she pulled out another from the other side of her robes. "And one from the Graveolase." Neither of them had the seals broken, they were as they were when they had been delivered. "I was going to wait until you returned to give you the one from the Crypts yet when this one arrived, I felt it was of the utmost importance to deliver it post haste. Sister Alma volunteered to bring it but I did not want her to..." Sister Lazarus began to say but the look on her features as she went silent told everything. Sister Alma wasn't the most dependable when it came to things. With her penchant of forgetting she probably would have ended up at the Strand wondering why she was out of the abbey.   

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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	The Grand Duchess lay there and smiled slightly as Myska curled closer around her, helping her to sit up slightly in her bed. Adam slipped back some and sat on the edge of the bed. "Hel...hello," the boy said nervously and returned the smile. "I... I was worried..." he said nervously. Elizaveta shook her head and reached out to the small one, resting her hand over his and giving it a slight squeeze. 

	[color=a187be]"Hov caring of you. You needn't vorry so. You are young. Let older more stern faces vorry."[/color] Sister Sophia looked over towards Veta and shot her a look which made the future Czarina chuckle. [color=a187be]"See, she has face for vorry."[/color] This little joke seemed to irk the Sister but it made Adam laugh a bit even if quietly. 

	As Vlad entered Sister Sophia washed her hands of the situation and felt it was best if she were to slip out with the others and have a moment to breath. Veta was not about tell her to stay. While she respected her tutor, they had never seen eye to eye and she was far more happy to have Vlad with her instead. [color=a187be]"And I am glad to see you. Vas frightening situation but I believe I am to be fine. Vhile vorn and tired, I have felt far vorse from other things. In this care hov could I not be as right as rain. Vorry not about brunch, ve can have dinner. I feel as I have not eaten since the last moon."[/color] 

	Outside of the tent Sister Sophia let out a relieved sigh and silently thanked God for returning Elizaveta to them. The girl seemed to enjoy pushing her buttons but even though it vexed her she was glad of it right then. It meant she was feeling more like herself. It was a good sign and they could use those right then. Spotting Constantin walking towards the tent she looked over to him. "She is awake. Go, see her. Careful, her wit was not lost in her sleep," the sister said before excusing herself to go to her private tent for a short moment of reflection that she felt she was needed. 

 
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[h1][b][i][color=f7976a]Sally Kirkpatrick[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Lady Kirkpatrick stepped through the door and out onto the sidewalk. Waiting she rested her cane tip on the ground and held her arm out for Maeve to take it once she was out of the dress shop. [color=f7976a]"Come now, help an old woman across the street to the tavern. Wouldn't want anyone to believe I am fully capable of walking on me own,"[/color] she said as she shot Rory a look. He was half way down the carriage to get the door for her but stopped in his tracks. It was obvious she was not going to be using the carriage right then. Grimacing slightly he crawled back to his stoop at the top of the carriage and sat back down. He knew better by now than to press it. 

	[color=f7976a]"Has Father Fuddle run off?"[/color] she asked towards Rory. 

	"No m'lady. He be in the tavern trying to make sure that the meal is to your liking," Rory stuttered as he tried not to laugh. He loved how Lady Kirkpatrick referred to the man as Father Fuddle. Not to mention him trying to make sure that food was up to snuff was just hilarious to him. "If there be a kitchen left when ye arrive I will eat me boot."

	Shaking her head she groaned a bit, she wanted to wack the man upside the head but it was too much effort right then. Seemed Rory knew it as he sat proudly. [color=f7976a]"Wipe that look from yer face or I will have my girl wack you with me cane for me,"[/color] she warned and the smug look on his features melted away. With that she humphed and started across the street and towards the tavern. [color=f7976a]"Maybe a cane for you would do. I am far to old to chase these down anymore. You are quick enough. Tell me, how well can you handle a shillelagh?"[/color] she asked Maeve as she entered the tavern. The doorman opening it for them. 

	Inside all seemed calm until Callum came out of back of the tavern, running and being hit with a rag by the cook. "Stay out of me kitchen before I boil ya! Facking clumsy oaf! ya about burned me place down. Out wit' ya!"