[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s1.postimg.cc/sp47nw1mn/virginia3.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Nottingham
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: None[/center][hr]	Virginia was glad to hear that she was of an accord with Elizaveta when it came to the potential for contacting the Church. It would only hinder their progress in the long run, as it would both take time to send word back [i]and[/i] increase the rate at which they were pursued. By giving them a location, they would have the Circus chasing after them in no time, knowing precisely where to go and where they were headed. A dramatic chase, while it would have been delightful, was not what they needed to save Millicent from a fate that Virginia found too gruesome to comprehend. It was one that the Deborah's of the world would have enjoyed, with their pastels and normalcy.... She shuddered slightly at the thought. 

	[color=9999ff]"Of course, perhaps the Chankoowashtay or Sokw will allow us to locate Millicent,"[/color] Virginia said softly, giving Elizaveta a slight smile. She then glanced at the boy who was staring at the tiger with shock and she could not help but smile. Children were wonderful at times - with so much potential and curiosity. Yet she was truly just seeing her brother in the child's eyes, remembering his excitement at meeting the tiger just yesterday evening. It was a time of open mindedness that most of society seemed to lose by the time they came of age - and for that, Virginia could not help but pity them. They restricted themselves to a world without wonder. 	[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/75c688c44bc5b1b3ef54bf3081a0f05c/tumblr_omdy05ZJXh1w3nwrko1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Inn in Annan 
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: Deception [/center][hr]	The young woman reminded Maeve of her sister, Niamh, and she couldn't help but smile slightly. She couldn't quite place her finger as to why - though she imagined it was likely that she was just searching for her loved ones in the faces of strangers. She wondered how Niamh was getting along, knowing that she was going to be marrying her fiancé soon. It was still a little difficult to swallow that sweet Niamh had fallen in love with a British soldier - but it couldn't be helped. The heart was a fickle thing and never made choices based on logic, at least in Maeve's experience. Maeve was about to nod that the tray would suffice when Lady Kirkpatrick came and contradicted such a claim in full. 

	She had to hold her tongue as she heard Lady Kirkpatrick's list of demands, thankful that her face had not been angled as to allow Lady Kirkpatrick to see her full expression. Maeve had grown up poor and even after marrying into the Brennan gang, her life was hardly easy. She had to work for everything that she had - she didn't have a title bestowed upon her just because of her birth and marrying Ciaran hadn't been a fairytale. While she didn't doubt she and her husband had been soulmates, they were best as friends. 

	[color=ff6600]"Not yet, me lady. The fatheh might be occupied knockin' over a stable,"[/color] Maeve quipped, turning to face Lady Kirkpatrick as well. She didn't know if Lady Kirkpatrick wished for her to sit or remain standing.