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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Annan:[/i][/b][/color]  The Lady Fitzpatrick nodded a bit as the woman finally brought back food for Maeve. There was a bit of mischief in her eyes as she glanced towards Maeve. [color=f7976a]"Why yes. Sponsor. There are many that have been trained from Scotland and Ireland that I personally funded once I came into a position to do so."[/color]

	Reaching into the folds of her skirt, she pulled from her skirt pocket a small ledger with rough and worn leather binding. It looked as if it could have been as old as she was. Placing it on the table she let her fingers drum across the top of it. [color=f7976a]"Each name in this ledger is someone I have sponsored over the years. Training in many cases, funding for expeditions, loans given out, favors granted."[/color] Resting her weathered hand on it she pressed it down a bit as the years of flipping through the book left it to the point where it never truly closed fully anymore. [color=f7976a]"Every one of them owe me."[/color]

	Shrugging to herself she slipped it back into her skirt pocket and went back to eating, finishing her meal rather unceremoniously. Reaching she took her cane and rose from her seat. [color=f7976a]"Finish your breakfast, gather our belongings and ensure they are loaded into the carriage. Rory should be out front shortly,"[/color] she said nonchalantly before she began making her way to the door. The tip of her cane echoing through the room with each step she took. It was as if she was purposefully driving it against the wood far more heavily than was needed as she walked. (Move forward and have carriage loaded by end of post.)

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]London:[/i][/b][/color] Around and around we go, where we stop we never know. Why should he know. Knowing took away all the fun, or added to the fun. Maybe it added a spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down. Maybe it added a spoonful of vinegar to make the medicine come out smoothly. Vinegar and sugar, sugar and honey, vinegar and honey. Flies to come and flies to go, catch a fly by its toe, catch a tiger by its toe. Don't become a meal for the tiger. 

	[color=fdc68a]"And the walls come a tumbling down but not yet. Not yet, so much to get, so much to gather. And the tents come tumbling down tumbling tumblers tumbling the tents. Boxes and crates, folded and fluffed. Packed to the nines, to the tens, to the elevens. Because it is eleven! Oh, oh, crates, boxes and bags. I must pack! Time to fly!"[/color] Ludwig exclaimed and before one knew it, his nose twitched a bit more his eyes fluttering. Flutter, flutter, flutterfly, butterfly. Fairy time! And bip! He shrunk! 

	Down he went, a glow about him for a minute and then he hovered. Dieter, his ferret, not his brother, luckily jumped from his shoulder to Vlads as Ludwig went and changed without warning. Then he fluttered off and Dieter (his ferret, not his brother) leapt after him, rushing through the Circus towards the exit to follow. Seemed Ludwig had finally remembered he had possessions outside of the circus he had to recover. (Move forward and have Circus ready to move by end of post. No visions this past round.)

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Manchester:[/i][/b][/color] With the morning moving on, the city was coming more alive. People searching for survivors, others leaving quickly in their carriages, on horseback, on foot. It would take some time for the city to recover but those that lived had to press on. Could this be just the beginning or was this just a rare thing? The people of Manchester were afraid and just wanted to get through the day. 

	Gerard would make his way to the church to take care of what was needed and then leave in the morning, perhaps that evening, back for London. The carriage horses were changed quickly at the stop and one was sent to inform Sir Kildragon that they were ready with the horse change and that they had provisions for two as requested for the next stage of the journey. (Move forward and be ready to leave Manchester by end of post.)

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Nottingham:[/i][/b][/color] Elizaveta glanced towards Mary and took a shallow breath. [color=a187be]"How much time would that add to our travel time?"[/color] she asked. If it would make their trip shorter she would be all for going to Manchester, even if it put them in the path of Soulless. Yet if it were to add time, it might not be wise to do so. The thing was, unknown to Elizaveta changing their route from its current course to Manchester would add at least a day of travel to Gretna Green, perhaps even two depending on the roads condition because of the storm that had rolled through just two nights ago. 

	A patron looked at Virginia and shook his head. "I do not know. We opted not to go that evening. From what I have heard along the road here, it was a good thing. Few were able to escape. Some managed, Lord Eagerton is said to have escaped and headed for the coast with some others."

	"Aye, he got out, with two others. His carriage nearly ran mine off the road as we fled," another chimed in. 

	"Yes, it was most dreadful. The look on the poor womans face as the carriage pushed passed ours was blank. She must have been in shock," yet another said. 

	Elizaveta rose from her place after taking a few bites of food. She needed a short rest before they continued on and secured them a room for the next bit. Ensuring Mary and Virginia knew where she would be she excused herself before making her way to the room and laying down. (Move forward - pm for skill rolls if needed.)