[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]	Hearing that Elizaveta was not the source of the flakes, Virginia felt a jolt of electricity go through her spine. Had she not heard the accents and voices of the circus nearby? Perhaps Elizaveta still drew breath - if there was the chance that she were near and Virginia could save her, she considered it her duty to do so. The macabre had not yet devoured Virginia's soul as it had snuffed the life of poor Sister Hale. This Soulless had not killed Elizaveta, she hoped.

	She eyed the man for a moment, as he asked what vexed her. [color=#9999ff]"I stand at a crossroads,"[/color] Virginia answered after a pause. [color=#9999ff]"Of course I wish to go crusade with the Dark Forces, as is my birthright... Yet my friends who walk the path of light cannot follow me there. They all are in mortal danger, have been, or will soon be. My love perished. My dear friend died fighting these creatures not more than an hour ago. Another friend was spirited away. And my best friend, I hope that the clutches of an unwanted marriage is the worst that has befallen her... Then there is the matter of my brother, threatened by enemies unseen and unknown."[/color]

	[color=#9999ff]"But I am a Crypt. If you can help me rescue the friend spirited away - or at least find her body for proper burial - I would be most grateful."[/color][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]	[color=ff6600]"Should I praise yer for callin' yerself incapable? Or chucker I pass onto de next bit an' remind yer dat de strength av a man wus not enoof to fell these creatures? Decide. Either yer are a coward or yer are a brave knight. An' lookin' at yer, I t'ink de former,"[/color] Maeve scoffed. These men were not men - they were children who could come up with a thousand excuses and still sit in a carriage with the impatience of a brat. She understood that Rutherford required his turns of phrases in order to save face, but she did not respect him for it. Even if he were Scottish, she had made it up in her mind to dislike him. She was certain he was a Protestant as well, just as much as she had been certain that he was British. 

	Or perhaps she was just angry at him calling Calum [i]the other body[/i]. Either way, Maeve did not verbally inform him as to where Calum rested and she walked forward to his corpse. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment yet she then forced herself to breathe in and out smoothly. She had not known him very long. Affection was a thing for children and she could not allow herself to make another mistake - yet Maeve knew she was already becoming fond of Lady Kirkpatrick.