[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]Annan[/b]
[color=39b54a][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Perception[/i] [/center][hr]

	William allowed himself a smile as Rutherford called for the carriage to change it's course, following the tracks that he had spotted. Both a delay, to allow William to find his footing in the group, and assess his best move, and also the potential for yet more adventure. Rutherford was right, perhaps William was simply growing more cautious, but he would be lying if the Soulless hadn't been the first thing to come to mind when he saw the tracks. He nodded in thanks for the praise from Rutherford, and shifted forwards slightly in his seat in anticipation. 

	Thankfully, the musician was hardly unarmed. If it was to come to a fight with the Soulless, he was as prepared as he could be. The dirk, sheathed and lying almost across his lap due to the way he was sitting, had been a gift from his father, ad had been well-used. The Solingen steel that it had been forged from had been whetted with Soulless blood so many times that William had started to believe it had developed a taste for it. And if the dirk was not enough, then the solid shape of the kopis, pressing against his back, would rise to the challenge. It was those two blades that William had wielded for years. He had others, but he only tended to use them out of necessity. He was a romantic at heart, in truth how could he not be, and the pair, the ivory and the ebony hilts, were simply too poetic for him to ignore. 

	Thinking of his companions, William turned to glance at them. He couldn't tell if Egerton was armed, but considering the man's mocking of needing training, he expected the man to be more of a liability than a help in battle. Millicent on the other hand was trained, but William was fairly confident from looking at her that she didn't have a weapon. It was Rutherford that caught his eye the most. Although he couldn't make out the individual weapons, he could tell the man was heavily armed. William allowed himself a slight smile as he stretched his right shoulder, shaking a s light stiffness from it. Now this was an adventure.