[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]Instrument (Violin)[/i] [/center][hr]

	The music flowed through him. It was his lifeblood, and William never felt more alive than when music was pouring freely. He had last played as recently as the night before, but already he had been yearning for it. In truth, even if he had only just finished his tune, he would be itching to play again. It was so ingrained into his very character, that it had become more than just playing an instrument, it had become a pouring out of his soul, the beat of his heart the tempo. He was a performer, born for it, and bred for it. Even as he played, his body moved, a smile across his face as he moved through the crowded space of the tavern. The Stradivarius in his hand, the same instrument that his father cherished, bought by William's mother as a gift for her husband years past, sung like a nightingale.

	He barely looked at the group that had invited him to play, the only thing on his mind was the music. He did not know the tune he was playing until it was already bursting forth from his bow, his fingers moving like dancers along the strings. Be built the crescendo to an almost relentless level, the tempo flaring, the song becoming a roar, and then as quickly as it had burst into life, the violin fell silent. His bow fell to his side, William gasping for air, wiping the sweat from his brow with his sleeve. Playing was always an exertion, but he truly felt alive with his instrument in his hand. Suddenly remembering the purpose of his playing, William turned in time to see Lord Rutherford nodding towards him. A slight smile curled his lips, and William bowed slightly towards the man. 

	Egerton was gone, presumably leaving at some point during the performance. William wasn't surprised that a worm like that wouldn't have a good taste in music. Taking a moment to carefully place his violin and bow back into it's case, wiping the rosin dust from the strings with a cloth he pulled from the case, before closing the case, and carefully shutting both latches. Turning back to where Rutherford and Millicent still sat, William strode back to the table, laying the case down before retrieving his glass and taking along drink. When he had finished, he resolutely placed the empty glass back down, smiling as he glanced between Rutherford and Millicent. 

	[color=39b54a][b]"I'm glad to hear that you approve. I look forward to travelling with you both, and celebrating your marriage as best I can."[/b][/color]