[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=39b54a]William Fraser[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://bookesther.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/john-thornton-smile-gif.gif?w=500[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=39b54a][b]Location:[/b][/color] [b]Port Annan[/b]
[color=39b54a][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]N/A[/i] [/center][hr]

	William's easy smile didn't fade as the inn-keep spoke, raising an eyebrow slightly at the news. Soulless attacks had become a rarity these days, hunted almost to extinction and banished with wards and incantations. To hear of attacks to the south, and the Soulless being so bold as to attack London itself, was certainly intriguing. Suddenly aware that he had fallen into a speculative silence for an instant, William looked back to Nigel. 

	[color=39b54a][b]"Just a drink for now. Whatever you'd reccomend."[/b][/color]

	The door of the inn swinging open caught William's attention, and he turned to see a man step through and glance around for a moment before joining the two that had entered just before William. He watched the three for a moment, absentmindedly listening to their conversation. He had a vague memory of hearing the name 'Kirkpatrick' before, but his curiosity didn't drag him away from the bar. He turned back to Nigel, raising his voice slightly to be heard above the murmur of the taverns over clientele. 

	[color=39b54a][b]"I don't suppose you could you point me towards a captain of one of those ships from the south? I do love a good story."[/b][/color]