[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]

	Millicent spoke as she worked, and William walked by her side, carrying out his part in the bloody but necessary task. Having retrieved the decapitated head from where it had presumably rolled to, William ripped the too-long canines from within the foul creature's mouth, the face frozen into a snarl. Returning to the headless corpse, William made sure that the fangs were properly inserted into the arteries that ran down each side of the Ryne's throat. He'd encountered this particular breed of Soulless before, and he knew all to well that if they were left, they could well rise up once more, their unquenchable thirst driving them to prey on the innocent. William was a wanderer, drifting from town to town, seeming to owe allegiance to no-one, led by his own desires, but when it came to the Soulless, he had a different outlook. He had been trained to fight them, long months spent in the frozen north, and although it was arguably misguided in his father's case, William still shared the honour that had driven his father. The Soulless were a blight, and even though it was a blight that had faded in the last few years, it was one that William was all too happy to stand against. 

	The next Soulless corpse that William reached was a bloody mess, the side of it's skull caved in, clearly with some considerable force. He glanced back at the two women that they had first encountered standing atop the pile of corpses. Either the blow had been struck by one of their two companions, before they themselves had been struck down, or one of the women was far more formidable than they appeared. As William and Millicent worked, he noticed they were approaching Lady Kirkpatrick herself, where they would presumably be joined by Rutherford and the other woman before long. His moment with Millicent, the first time the two had been able to talk privately, was slipping away. Her warning had been clearly foreboding, but it was also surprisingly vague. In this dark world they lived in, was anyone truly who they seemed? Realizing time was fleeting, William cast a cautious glance to Rutherford before he spoke to Millicent again, his voice low.  

	[color=39b54a][b]"Forgive me, ma'am, but why haven't you run then?"[/b][/color]

	The words felt wrong in his mouth, almost before he had even spoken them. He frowned for a moment, fearing he might have pushed too far, forcing such a direct question on a young woman that had seemed timid at times. But hindsight was curse that William endeavored not to indulge, and he forced the frown from his face, his dark blue eyes watching Millicent.