[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]: Sokw [/center][hr]	Virginia continued to retrace her steps, until she entered the room at the inn and walked into her body. It was always an interesting experience, to be able to see herself as she was as if in sleep or a trance. It was something that neither a mirror nor a portrait could ever do justice to. After reentering her body, Virginia opened her eyes and slowly rose. [color=#9999ff]"There is talk of a man rushing to ensure a marriage, after the attack at Manchester - and an injured child near death,"[/color] Virginia summarized. [color=#9999ff]"Whether this is Lord Rutherford...I cannot be sure, yet I feel it is almost too great to be coincidence."[/color]

	Having said her piece, Virginia rose to her feet and noticed that Elizaveta was no longer in the room. She was always a little fuzzy on how much time had passed when she took her more spiritual walks. She supposed it was a mere effect of her being able to push on further than she would be able to physically in such moments - a trade off of sorts. [color=#9999ff]"Where did Elizaveta go?"[/color] she asked Mary, not referring to her as the Grand Duchess in case someone overheard them. She didn't want to reveal what a significant person of nobility was there, just in case it slowed them down.  [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]: Kirkpatrick House
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: Deception [/center][hr]	Maeve nodded at Lady Kirkpatrick, saying nothing as to her claims that her housing situation would be rectified. She had no doubt that Lady Kirkpatrick was capable of such a feat, just from her talks. She had people of all levels indebted to her and in many ways, she reminded her of some of the most fearsome gang members her brother in law, Seamus, had spoken of. The nephew was not endeared to Maeve at all. From the way Lady Kirkpatrick had described him, he was lacking in wits. However, the little boy - the grandnephew - tugged at her heartstrings. She had never been away from Roisin for such a great length of time and she missed her daughter dearly. 

	[color=ff6600]"Of course, m'lord. it wud be me 'onor,"[/color] Maeve said kindly, letting the little boy help her out of the carriage. She didn't doubt that her deception and act may have slipped for a moment, but the child was so young and sweet. He had to be about Roisin's age and Maeve couldn't help but smile. [color=ff6600]"I'm called Miss O'Connor, m'lord,"[/color] Maeve introduced herself, giving the boy a courtesy once she was out of the carriage. She caught the hint of perfume in the air and couldn't help but be curious as to its source. An amused smirk reached her lips as she considered as to whether it was Lady Kirkpatrick's nephew.