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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color]  [color=f7976a]"Indeed. And manage to bugger it up so horrifically that by some  flubbery the shovel would kick the dirt back in place and bury himself alive,"[/color] Lady Kirkpatrick said as she tapped her cane on the floor of the carriage. [color=f7976a]"How that man has managed to remain alive this long must be some grace of god. I am convinced that the lord only keeps the man alive as comic relief. His own personal jester."[/color]

	[color=f7976a]"Now when we arrive my blithering idiot of a Nephew is going to make a show that he is your boss employer as this was his idea. Nevermind that I control the finances. Dottering fool, the wits of my family seemed to have died off, that or the balls did. I am not sure which as of yet. Remember this, do NOT suffer fools in my home. He can threaten to fire you, have you removed, whatever he wishes but it is MY say to whether you stay or go. You have my full permission, and even encouragement to put anyone within my blood or home in place as needed. You are tending to me, not them. Understood?"[/color] Sally asked as her brow rose slightly. 

	After a while, the carriage pulled to a halt on a gravel road before a gate. Through an iron gate, one could see [url=https://www.visitsouthwestscotland.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/Kirkpatrick-house-600x450.jpg]a large house[/url] with a red door. "Open the gate!" a Rory yelled from the top of the carriage. They had arrived at Kirkpatrick house. 

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

	[color=2956b2][b][i]London:[/i][/b][/color] Constantine gets a vision - There is a flash of a white tiger running over wet roads. Sounds of hooves near by. There is speak but one cannot figure them out, they are too garbled. There is a sense of haste. A flag can be seen flying, it is green with a stag on it. 

	The circus is half way done with getting things wrapped up with taking things down and getting packed up. The tents were down and being rolled up, the larger animals helping with the heavier lifting and moving. It was going smoothly. Ludwig hadn't returned yet but was that really surprising? The man had to get his stuff and where he had to go to get that was anyones guess. He didn't exactly make a lot of sense when he spoke and he was easily distracted. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Between Manchester & Preston:[/i][/b][/color] The road traveled to Preston is rough. The carriage is managing but it is very bumpy. Causing you two to bounce around a lot but there is nothing that can be done about it. You travel slower and you risk never catching up. You go any faster and you risk an axle breaking. There are no stops or places to change a carriage out between Manchester and Preston so if it breaks you are up shit creek without a paddle. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Nottingham:[/i][/b][/color] Veta continues to rest. As Virginia is looking she is not spotting much, people traveling from Manchester to Nottingham, a few traveling north from Nottingham. There is a family picnicking, the child is hurt and very pale. They are speaking about the attack. The parents are blaming themselves for being at the party at the Hall instead of home with him. The servants are by the carriage, looking rough. They are speaking in hushed voices. Virginia will be able to hear them. "Of course he, he wants to ensure this marriage goes through. Poor thing, what is she turns up.. It's none of our nevermind."