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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Two Carriages Passing:[/i][/b][/color] "I will not be hoisting bodies about like some commoner!" Lord Egerton snapped and moved back to his carriage. Climbing in and slamming the door behind him. Lord Rutherford rolled his eyes slightly but forced a smile towards Maeve before following her. 

	"Don't mind him, he's had a day or two," he said but his words were anything but convincing. Moving over towards Rory he tilted his head to the side a bit as he looked at the mans lifeless features. Shaking his head he knelt down and grabbed the mans arm, pulling it up and over his shoulder before hoisting the man up like a sack of potatoes and placing the corpse over his shoulder. Slowly he stood back up to full height and motioned with his eyes towards the weapons that were left behind. "Mind getting those," he said before turning and moving back towards the carriage. 

	At the carriage the driver got up and reached down, helping Richard to get the body of Rory up to the top of the carriage and laid out so it could be transported wherever it was that they would be taking him. The man didn't say anything, just did as he was instructed as Lord Egerton sat in the carriage and looked out the window from time to time with a rather impatient expression on his features. 

	Millicent walked with William and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't like this one bit. So many attacks, this was the third she had seen recently. At least this one she did not have to take part in but perhaps being in a battle was better than to have to clean up after one. In battle you tried not to think of the lives that were lost. After, you were faced with nothing but that. [color=0072bc]"I wonder if they were kind in life,"[/color] she said more to herself than to William. It was a thought that crossed her mind. What were these Soulless like before they had been turned into the monsters they had died as. 

	Her head snapped to the side as he spoke and her eyes drifted down to the blade. It was unexpected and she found herself looking around carefully before taking it quickly and tucking it away in the folds of her gown. Obviously hiding the weapon from others before she continued to move. [color=0072bc]"Thank you,"[/color] she said quietly as she walked to the bodies. [color=0072bc]"And please don't mention it, to anyone,"[/color] she added. It seemed that the last thing she wanted anyone to know was that she was now armed. 

	[color=0072bc]"Why haven't you run?"[/color] she asked as she knelt down to one of the bodies and started to prepare the body to be put to rest in a more permanent fashion. 

	Lady Kirkpatrick took quick work of the one body by where her carriage was and then opened the carriage door. Stepping up slightly and going through it, as if to make sure nothing was going to be left behind when they left. 

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Two Ships Passing:[/i][/b][/color] Regalia quirked a brow towards Constantin and motioned towards the eccentric German conversing with Hazel. "Perhaps you should ask him. He knows far more about Soulless than the rest of us," she said in passing. She was going to say more but then it seemed that the great Bazhooli was bound and determined to keep his nose in a constant state of broken. Thankfully the man that had been asking her questions was tending to him. 

	"Haven't gotten their sea legs yet," Marco said in passing and Regalia smirked a bit. 

	"I see," she said going back to the conversation that had been started but cut off. "Then you are welcome to join us as we are doing to Port Annan currently. Our ship travels far faster than the smaller vessel you are on and is more bound to reach port in one piece," she added as she looked back at the smaller vessel. 

	The captain of the small fishing vessel turned a bit green looking around. "They have animals! We couldn't possibly!" he shouted but Regalia just rolled her eyes. 

	"Marco, can you handle moving animals from ship to ship?" she ask in a sarcastic fashion.

	Marco didn't even answer, just rolling his eyes in turn before looking at the other captain and then back to Regalia. "He's afraid of losing a fare."

	"I thought as much."
 
	[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] The mans lips rolled in and he chuckled. "Ahh, a smart one you are. Yes, this stuff," he said as he brushed off his shoulders. "Never a good sign." Moving slowly, he limped slightly as he walked, coming closer to Virginia. "Carlisle? Eh, hell of a jump this time. With yer brains, take it you aren't from around here," he said looking her over from head to tow. Slowly he pulled out a leather bound journal from his bag. It was similar to another she had seen recently, another odd man scribbling in on constantly. 

	"Ahh, yes, here we are. Pale skin, bone hair, strong presence, must be a Crypt," he said rather matter of factly as he snapped the book shut and shoved it back into his robes. "Any cold lately? Frost? High winds? Unseen forces moving? Yes, yes, tell the man, tell the man, what have you seen?" he asked as he found the curbed edge of the fountain and sat down slowly. Adjusting his cloak and garments to get a little more comfortable.