[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3ohs7WfS4BPlB17fEs/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F][Enter Brooding Here.]

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CM22MM8xgfQ][color=556B2F]- [I]"Cold" by Five Finger Death Punch[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Talink Estate --> Trafalgar Square
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] None at this time
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	[color=556B2F]"Take me to the tent city!"[/color] Thalken growled at the carriage driver as he stalked out of the manor. He promptly entered the carriage and slammed the door closed behind him. He plopped down onto the seat with a resigned sigh. [color=556B2F]"This is a god damn mess,"[/color] he grumbled as he ran a hand over his face and through his short brown hair. He then leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and to stare, or rather [I]glare[/I], down at the floor of the carriage. He was jerked slightly in his seat as the carriage finally pulled away from the Talink Estate. He did not care enough to look back at the home and the life he was leaving behind. It was just that, behind him. Well, it was psychically but clearly not mentally. [i]Good riddance,[/i] he thought with such bitterness in his heart. 

	Once a sufficient enough time had passed by, and the Talink Estate was all but left behind in the dust, he finally sat upright again. His dark eyed gaze looked out the window at the passing scenery, not that he cared or had any emotional attachment to what he saw. At the moment, he couldn't think straight. This was all just a sensory overload for him, and he was left feeling frazzled and dull. His stomach was twisted into knots, and he felt a sense of foreboding at the uncertain path that laid before him. After all, the transition between a life lived in the shadows to finally feeling the light of day on your skin could certainly do that to a person. 

	When he did find the Lady Crypt, what was he to say? Why would she even trust him after all that had happened? Why would anyone trust him? His jaw clenched as he sat there brooding in the relative silence of travel. Then there was that Catholic lady Mary Hale that Virginia was meeting. The last time he saw the apostolic woman she had put a gun to his head. Imagine what she would do to him now. He won't be much use to anyone if he's dead. [color=556B2F]"God dammit,"[/color] he muttered as he looked out the carriage window. At this point, they had made it to Trafalgar Square without a hitch.