[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]

	William smiled as Millicent took the weapon from his outstretched hand, and he had half turned away before she spoke. Glancing back, William couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he saw that the weapon had been quickly concealed, presumably within the young woman's dress. An impressive feat, considering the size of the dirk, and the slightness of Millicent's figure. Very curious. Although in all honesty, William spent far more time trying to remove dresses, rather than conceal anything within them. Realizing that he hadn't replied to Millicent's words snapped him back to the present, and he smiled slightly as he started after her, towards the nearest of the bodies. His voice was low when he did speak. 

	[color=39b54a][b][i]"You have my word, m'lady."[/i][/b][/color]

	William crouched beside the nearest Soulless corpse, kopis ready in his hand to pry open the jaws of the creature. He hesitated as he looked properly at the Ryne's face for the first time. Or rather, where the face should have been, for the body at William's feet was headless. He couldn't help but smile at the sheer macabre absurdity of it. Glancing around, he caught sight of the head, a few feet away, and he had half risen to his feet when he heard Millicent speak again. The smile was gone in an instant. 

	He quickly glanced back to where Rutherford was standing, crouching down again as he leaned closer to Millicent. Watching her face, his voice low, William asked the question that had been plaguing him since he had seen the first shimmer of fear in Millicent's eyes. 

	[color=39b54a][b][i]"What should I be running from?"[/i][/b][/color]