[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/4z5agy2nl/Bella_Heathcote_gif.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Nottingham - Stable
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Virginia nodded, stepping up to Mary's horse and taking her hand, thankful for the help in mounting it. She had the relatively easy task of just trying to stay on the horse and while it wasn't entirely pleasant, due to her lack of experience in riding, she had no doubt that it was far easier than conducting either of the steeds. She nodded at Mary in confirmation as she asked about the path that she had seen the injured child on. [color=#9999ff]"Yes, the road to Manchester,"[/color] she confirmed verbally. 

	If they could not help Millicent, Virginia had just about every intention currently of making Millicent a widow. She cared for her friend deeply and if Millicent would not choose to save herself, then Virginia would make the choice for her. At least as a widow, Millicent would have some elevated respect in society. And while her family was not as violent as some would believe, such as the Talinks, she had no objections to staining her hands red with Lord Rutherford's blood. It would be a form of community service at the end of the day. 

	And perhaps a dress rehearsal for what she would do to the persons who threatened her dear brother's life. [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 paused to answer Lady Kirkpatrick's violent question until Charles was out of earshot. Her motherly instincts were kicking in and she didn't want to expose him to her answer - namely, that she wouldn't mind at all to do that. It would be all a means to an end, one in which Roisin would have the education and life that she deserved. [color=ff6600]"I fend it a bit violent, but if it needs ter be done then it needs ter be done,"[/color] Maeve answered, once the boy was out of earshot. [color=ff6600]"Bit av a waste av rope, though."[/color] She had to imagine that even though it was the victim that was torn apart, the stress it put on the rope would halve its useful lifetime. 

	She nodded as Lady Kirkpatrick went into the routines of the house, committing them to memory. It struck her as an awful lot of tea, but she supposed that was how the rich lived. She had set her things down and unpacked what little she had, before she stored her luggage underneath the bed. She was glancing at the sketch of her daughter, before she slipped it away quickly as she heard knocks at the door, keeping it inside of the suitcases. [color=ff6600]"Aye, come in,"[/color] Maeve replied.