[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]Charisma[/i] [/center][hr]

	Lady Kirkpatrick was clearly as formidable a woman as William had heard. He barely managed to suppress a smirk as she scolded Egerton like a child. Millicent at least seemed inclined to offer help, rather than bicker like Egerton and Rutherford, and William smiled slightly, glad to see that the woman was continuing to prove her good soul. The air seemed to chill as Lady Kirkpatrick cut off Millicent's introductions. Sensing the awkwardness in the group, William took it upon himself to alleviate it. 

	Stepping forward slightly, William smiled widely, holding out his hands slightly in greeting as he bowed his head towards first Lady Kirkpatrick, and then the young woman beside her. 

	[color=39b54a][b][i]"William Fraser at your service, m'lady. And your's, ma'am. It seems lucky that our paths have crossed when they did."[/i][/b][/color]

	William allowed himself an inward smile, his gaze flicking between the faces of the two ladies in front of him. Not to be overly confident, but William had known his whole life that charm was a weapon he was well-versed to wield. His handsome face was a help no doubt, but his charisma was the force that had led him through life. Inherited from his father, no doubt, just as he had inherited his father's dark hair and natural talent for music. 

	For some reason, in the midst of this action, even as he kept his easy smile, and his head bowed towards the two women, William found his mind wandering to his mother. Blue eyes, that's what he had without doubt inherited from his mother. He could remember them, it was one of the few things he could remember about her. Wide eyes, more beautiful than anything he had ever seen, as deep as the ocean. He'd had the privilege to admire sapphires in his life, more often than not on discarded jewelry, strewn across the floor beside whatever bed he was sharing that night, but not one of those priceless jewels could ever compare to his mothers eyes... 

	He shook himself out of it, his charming persona clamping down on the emotional lapse. Only an instant had passed, and William resumed his easy smile, awaiting a response to his introduction.