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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Two Carriages Passing:[/i][/b][/color] There was a glance from the corner of her eye towards Maeve before the Lady Kirkpatrick spoke again. [color=f7976a]"At least not all those that have emerged from your carriage are a brothel of bumbling buffoons,"[/color] she snipped before nodding curtly. [color=f7976a]"If you are trained we have numerous Soulless that are dead that do need to remain that way. If not, we have two bodies that must be retrieved so that they can have a proper funeral. Miss O'Connor show the two [i]Lords[/i] to Rory and Calum,"[/color] she instructed before turning her attention to Millicent and William. 

	[color=f7976a]"You two look more formidable if I were to hazard a guess and I am never wrong, make the rounds,"[/color] she added with a wave of her cane to the numerous dead bodies that laid about the small pond the fight had taken place near. 

	Millicent swallowed slightly but didn't move as of yet. That was until Rutherford gave her leave and waited for Maeve to show them where they needed to go. Egerton was a bit flabbergasted but he bit his tongue, this time, though it was evident by red creeping into his features and the vein popping out of his forehead that he was anything but happy right then. He wasn't going to help though, motioning for the driver to help Rutherford before he climbed back into the carriage and slammed the door behind him. 

	[color=f7976a]"Bloody Lazy English, what manners they once had have been inbred from their lines,"[/color] Sally said frankly before moving towards her carriage and taking care of a body of a Soulless near it. 

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Two Ships Passing:[/i][/b][/color] "Closer than we should be lass," the Captain of the small fishing boat called back but he was remaining on his ship. He wasn't about to disembark to another. Regalia looked down at him and nodded before glancing towards those of her crew. They all seemed to be exchanging a glance or two, no words spoken but it seemed that there was plenty said between the odd looks and nods. Looking back at the other captain she let out a breath and brushed her hair back from her features more fully. 

	"Micrean cares not who they move, thank the deep that didn't place you in the ice of the north," Regalia said rather matter-of-factually. Regalia then turned to her attention to those that had climbed aboard. Well those other than Ludwig who already had his hand taken by Hazel and was being pulled away from the crowd. Feet skipping and tripping but staying upright as she babbled on and on to him and he in turn spoke back. Yet it was in a language no others on the ship spoke. 

	"The Great Bazhooli?" she said with a slight raised brow. "Interesting."

	"Ba'ax le circo? Ba'ax j-bino'ob lelo'oba' le ku k debíamos ti' Londres?" Marco asked as he came over to the group. There was a nod from the Captain. 

	"In wa'alike' u yan Ba'ale' tin wu'uyaj bin juntúul ko'olele' cargo, ma' jach mix ko'olelo'," Regalia replied as she looked over both Vlad and Constantine. "Do you come from London?" she asked to the men. She could have asked Ludwig but he and Hazel seemed to be catching up and well it was obvious she knew getting a straight answer might be more easily obtained from people she didn't know than from Ludwig. 
 
	[color=2956b2][b][i][url=https://www.british-history.ac.uk/sites/default/files/publications/pubid-404/images/fig159.gif]Carlisle[/url]:[/i][/b][/color] Will update once Virginia is back in play.