[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 -> Towards Annan[/b]
[color=39b54a][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Seduction (Court), Perception[/i] [/center][hr]

	William watched Millicent as she spoke, a light smile dancing across his face. His gaze flicked across as Egerton spoke, and he turned fully to look out the carriage's narrow window as they neared the town. It appeared that he truly was along for the ride now, and he was loathe to abandon something that promised such adventure. Smiling slightly again, William turned back to look at Rutherford. 

	[color=39b54a][b]"So will we be continuing our journey by carriage after Kirkpatrick House?"[/b][/color]

	Rutherford glanced towards Egerton. "Of course, yet it will not be this low class assignment, but one more fitting of my station," Egerton butted in. Rutherford shrugged a bit as Egerton went on to how he would not be caught willingly in something as this again unless there was no other choice. 

	Deciding that he had perhaps exhausted his patience with Egerton, at least for now, William turned to look out of the carriage window, his eyes scanning the surroundings that they were moving past. Outside there was nothing of note for the musician, the town seemed like many other as the carriage went down the street. There really wasn't much anything of note for any of them though Egerton and Rutherford were not looking out the window. Both seemed to be fixed on each other. Millicent kept her eyes towards the window but if she spotted anything she said nothing. Remaining quiet as she touched her cheek gently and flinched a bit as her fingers pulled back in a hasty fashion. 

	William frowned as he watched the town rolling past. He'd hoped to see something at least, but for now, he turned his attention back inside the carriage. Rutherford and Egerton seemed wholly focusing on the other, but William's eye caught the movement from Millicent, and the flinch as her fingers brushed the bruise on her face, barely concealed by her makeup. William had glimpsed the bruising before, at the inn, but it still caused him to furrow his brow for a moment. His attention turned to the supposed source of her injuries. Rutherford himself.

	His eyes flicked towards Rutherford's hands, and he could make out the rawness of his knuckles. A certain chill ran down his spine, and he was glad that he had his weapons close to hand. Unless he was a very talented actor, Egerton was no real threat, and he hoped that Millicent wouldn't side with her 'fiance', but Rutherford was clearly a dangerous man. Some dark feeling had been nagging William, buried in the pit of his stomach ever since he had first entered the man's company. He yearned to free himself from whatever malevolence beat inside the chest of Rutherford, but his what was left of his honour couldn't allow him to abandon Millicent to whatever fate seemed to await her, not without at least attempting to free her. 

	Outside of the carriage, things seemed to be calm. They had reached the other side of town though when the calmness was abruptly disturbed. A dark carriage, the Papal symbol emblazoned on it's side, raced past them on the road, heading south-east. The horses were being pushed to their limits, foaming at the mouth as they strained against their harnesses, the ground being torn up under their hooves, and beneath the wheels of the carriage. 

	William instinctively flinched back as the carriage tore past. Raising an eyebrow slightly, he glanced across at Rutherford and Egerton, keen to watch for any reaction from them. Seeing no flicker of interest from either of them, William shrugged. Settling back in his seat, content to allow the rest of the journey pass by in silence, William allowed his mind to wander.