[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/KYhx6jDf/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Carlisle 
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	As the man examined her, Virginia locked her gaze with his. She had made one of her closest friends when she was under suspicion of being without a soul - the late Mary Hale. And it was not all too surprising for people to make such assumptions, after all she was a Crypt. They lived in the shadows and celebrated the macabre - the entire family was gothic. Seeing that she would not have to duel him in order to live, Virginia lowered her axes slightly. [color=#9999ff]"Carlisle,"[/color] she told him clearly. 

	[color=#9999ff]"Minocranies?"[/color] she asked. It wasn't a term she had ever heard before yet she had no doubt he was referring to the strange flakes she had seen from the sky. [color=#9999ff]"Are you referring to the false snowfall?"[/color] she asked. Her thoughts flickered to Elizaveta once more. Could it have been her? Was she still alive? Mary and Virginia had been all but certain that all hope was lost for the Grand Duchess - but perhaps this warrior knew more. 	[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/7e3ebf6c56b4ccaf8838e82afb805b6b/tumblr_ofl0thWfH11qzbx7io1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Annan Carriages Passing
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Maeve already had a strong distaste for these two men. Lord Rutherford, the Scot who lacked critical thinking skills and then Lord Egerton, the pompous ass. Her nostrils flared ever so slightly and she had to pity the timid woman that accompanied them. She had yet to form an opinion on the third men, but she fully anticipated to not take to him as well. He was a man after all in the company of these distasteful people - even if he seemed a bit charming. [color=ff6600]"T'be sure, me lady,"[/color] Maeve answered her employer. 

	[color=ff6600]"Com along, den. If you're worth at laest 'alf of yer collective egos in strength den dis should be no trouble,"[/color] Maeve told the two lords. Her prejudice was coloring her speech but she did not care. She knew where she stood with her employer and she knew she could charm these two if she wanted to, but she didn't want to. Calum had died, her child was going off to a new life in Rome, and she had work to do in order to earn Roisin her place. She led the lords to Rory first. She did not want to see Calum's lifeless form just yet.