[center][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][color=2956b2]March 24th, 1823[/color][/b][/h1]
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	[color=2956b2][b][i]House Kirkpatrick:[/i][/b][/color] [color=f7976a]"Good choice of words when dealing with me child. I suggest you keep that in mind in the future. Keep your deception with my nephew. I wish to weed out his plans though I am sure his intentions are to usurp me. In the mean time, we have more pressing matters at hand. Ireland fell under attack two day prior,"[/color] the Lady Kirkpatrick stated bluntly before rapping her cane against the door. Calum reached back and opened the door, holding his hand out for the lady as she stepped down. Once she was out, he did not reach back for Maeve this time, his focus on the carriage before them. 

	[color=f7976a]"It is safe enough to proceed,"[/color] she said swiftly and Rory nodded. Sheathing his sword and walking over to the other carriage. Opening the door he let out a small breath. 

	"Everything go smoothly?" he asked as he helped move several small bags to the side so they were out of the way. 

	"We barely got out, it was a fight to get her but I wasn't taking no for an answer. Luckily old family ties apparently garnered enough trust," a mans voice said from the carriage before he continued. "I have a ship that is supposed to meet us tonight in Port Annan, we haven't much time."

	Lady Kirkpatrick looked back and waited for Maeve to join her. [color=f7976a]"You want security, I offer it here and now as I have done for another before you. Training, paid for, in Rome for her. There is no safer place during these attacks,"[/color] Lady Kirkpatrick said as a child came out of the carriage and smiled brightly as she spotted Maeve, rushing to her mothers arms. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] Millicent quirked a brow. [color=0072bc]"When one is forced to watch a parents life end as a Soulless, that is a cursed blessing I ever doubt that will fade,"[/color] she said before looking down and fiddling with her thumb slightly. Rutherford's eyes never left Lord Egertons during the exchange until Millicent stopped speaking. Glancing out of the corner of his eye at her he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. 

	"I doubt any tune could embrace our lived but do be sure to try, perhaps a tune would help brighten the ambiance of the inn if nothing else," Rutherford said graciously as Millicent leaned against him slightly. She shivered against him and then pulled away but Rutherford held her tight, possessively for a moment before letting her right herself. "Try here before we invite you elsewhere."

	Egerton smirked. "Yes, I doubt anyone could find the fitting notes for such a relationship but why not while we eat," he added as he snapped his cloth linen napkin and laid it over one leg as the tavern girl brought over the plates of food they had ordered.