[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 watched the two of them as they rose. Rutherford was hardly the most complimentary of the performance, in fact barely mentioning it at all, but at least the invitation was there. Millicent trembling slightly as she took her fiances hand only further strengthened his resolve. He was always a fan of a story, of following the music, so he knew when something was out of tune. His hand around Millicent's waist, Rutherford left the tavern. A glimpse of a thin-lipped smile from Millicent, and William tried to read her eyes, but he was too late, and they were gone. 

	He went to rise and follow them, but he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see that Nigel had moved to the table, collecting the payment that Rutherford had left. William accepted the payment that the barkeep held out to him, nodding his head graciously. 

	[color=39b54a][b]"My pleasure, friend. And thank you for your help."[/b][/color]

	With that, William turned, his violin case carefully clutched in one hand as he stepped out through the tavern door. It only took him a few moments to gather his things, as he traveled fairly light, and he found the carriage that Egerton had procured easily enough. Sparing a polite smile to the hunched driver, William pulled himself into the carriage.