[center][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][color=2956b2]March 24th, 1823[/color][/b][/h1]
[img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]Scotland[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Annan:[/i][/b][/color]  [color=f7976a]"I see, well sit child. You need your sustenance as much as I. It would not do well if you were to faint on me. What good would you be then?"[/color] the Lady Kirkpatrick said as she st there before taking a long drink of her tea. Her cane laid beside her. Out of her hand but not out of arms reach. 

	[color=f7976a]"Though I doubt you would. You look like I did a life time ago. Though you are much more finely dressed than I was in those days. Granted you were more finely dressed when we first met than I had been as well. Yet working with a stil, you did not care what you wore. More concerned with keeping the blasted thing from blowing up in your face. How I managed to keep unharmed in those days is a testament to god I suppose. It was a wonder I was not ever caught and hung for the spirits I made or even the locks that were picked,"[/color] she said rather bluntly with a slight smirk to her lips. 

	[color=f7976a]" have to admit though, no amount of money will ever bring me the thrill I had as a young woman outsmarting those lads. Outsmarting the younglins these days doesn't seem to do it, granted I wonder if half of them even possess a wit."[/color] Finishing off the cup she poured another. Seemed she was determined to be fueled by tea for the remainder of the day. 

[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]London:[/i][/b][/color] In a cage, in a cage, in a not so gilded cage. London within the walls, wilderness out. Or so they thought. Have to go down to go up, have to go south to go north. Hours and hours to go, march, march down you go, down the rabbit hole, and then climb, climb, climb back to go anywhere. Two steps forward, one step back, it works together cause opposites attract, it ain't fiction just a natural fact. And while fact, a little dance because it was catchy. 

	A dip of the knees and a shake of the head. [color=fdc68a]"Roads and roads to go, leave the world to the fate of god or leave god to the fate of the world? Help those that help themselves, yes but sometimes need a guiding hand, to the north, go north. To the wall! Over the wall, no. Under the wall, no. through the wall,"[/color] Ludwig said as he pushed his hands and stepped forward. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Yes, yes, travel roads not so traveled. Save the king, sacrifice the queen. All nothing but pawns. An army in the front, a bishop in the rear, let us be knights and trigger the rook!"[/color] he laughed as he pulled out a book, flipping through the pages as he spoke. His glasses falling down and then being pushed back up as his nose twitched. Page after page until he stopped and shoved it in the face of Vlad. [color=fdc68a]"See, see. Knight takes rook and then Freedom!"[/color] he exclaimed. (Pm for what the hell Ludwig is showing Vlad.) 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Manchester:[/i][/b][/color] Gerard looked over towards Colette and then towards Fyror. "A ship? We may never catch them now," he said in a disheartened voice before turning back to Colette. "Thank you for what you know, here, follow me," he said as he motioned in the direction of the church and offered his arm to her. 

	Taking a breath he wondered what would happen to Millicent now. If they were on a ship and were going to Gretna Green, they would have to stop in Annan. yet being on a ship meant they would move much quicker than on horse. Gerard doubted they would be able to stop them now. Once they got to the church he looked back at Fyror. "I must go back to London. Please, keep going, try to stop this madness but I have no hope yet it can be. So I must look after Emma and Mrs. Wyndham. Millicent would wish that from me..." he said somberly. He didn't like the idea of turning back alone but he knew Millicent and this is what she would want of him and he dare not as Fyror to stop. The man seemed determined and Gerard was not going to be the one to tell him they would be lost. 

	"I will help here, do what I can until morning and then set back out to London. Please, go do what you must for her," Gerard said before looking over at Colette. "Thank you for the information, it is good to know that she did not fall victim [b][i]here."[/i][/b]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Nottingham:[/i][/b][/color] "Oh um, yes of course," the boy said. 

	Elizaveta stepped towards the boy and held out a golden coin. [color=a187be]"Myska vill not eat you, be not afraid. Just fetch him meat and he vill be happy."[/color] the boy looked unsure but took the coin and nodded before pointing to an inn down the street and explaining that they could get food there. Elizaveta thanked the young boy before turning back to the business at hand. 

	[color=a187be]"Yes, a meal for all of us and then some abilities to hopefully like the path,"[/color] she said as she stepped over towards Marys horse. She looked over at Mary for a moment before laying her hands on him and closing her eyes. She seemed to relax as she did and her posture sagged slightly as she whispered under her breath. The horse seemed to become more aware and lively as she did. Slowly she pulled her hands away and smiled faintly but weakly at Mary. 

	[color=a187be]"He vill be ready in an hour,"[/color] she said before walking slowly towards the inn. [color=a187be]"Nov I need sustenance to continue,"[/color] she said in a tired voice as she continued. It was obvious whatever she had done had just taken its toll on her. Nothing long term or horrid but she looked more fatigued. The stallion on the other hand looked like he was nearly ready to go. Myska yawned and stretched out by the horse. Seemed the tiger wanted a small nap himself. 

	Walking into the Inn, there were a fair amount of people there. Only a few empty tables left. People were talking loudly and it was obvious that most of them were from London and fleeing but there were others there as well. Several tables were full of a group that were talking about an attack on Manchester the night before and how they had fled.