[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]Perception[/i] [/center][hr]

	William winced as he saw the expression that crossed Millicent's face, and he could only watch as she turned and began to move away. Deciding against pursuing her, William returned to his own grisly work. But his mind was elsewhere as he forced open the grimacing jaws of the Soulless at his feet. It was clear that Millicent was more complex than the women that William normally found himself spending time with during his travels. He was out of practice, too used to his easy charm and good looks being all he needed. Before he could stop himself, the thought of Jemima Moore drifted into his mind. Now there was a woman with a fire in her heart, but it had been too long, years now, since William had last crossed paths with her, and he had lost his edge. In Millicent, he saw unmistakable shades of Jemima, and he wasn't sure if that intrigued him, or terrified him. 

	William's train of thought was derailed by the sound of a scuffle, and he turned in time to see Rutherford falling to the ground, seemingly entangled with a corpse as he collided with the mud. William was too shocked by the bizarre scene to even manage a smile, seeing the intimidating figure of Rutherford being sent sprawling certainly robbed the Lord of much of his dignity. Instinctively, William's gaze moved to Millicent. He saw the satisfaction that crossed her face, only for an instant, before she remembered herself and adopted an expression of mock concern. She moved to help Rutherford up, but she could clearly have moved faster, and William smirked. There was clearly some fight left in the young woman. The smirk faded as he watched Millicent be knocked to the floor herself by Rutherford's flailing. 

	He started forwards, intending to help her up, but Lady Kirkpatrick was closer, and surprisingly quick for a woman of her age, even having time to snap at Rutherford again. Regardless, William moved to join the rest of the group, stowing the kopis in the sheath across his back as he did so. Glancing down at Rutherford, he considered helping the man up, but decided against it. Now he was closer, he could see that he was entangled by a rosary, and any attempt to free him could potentially damage the prayer beads. Instead, William glanced around the other figures gathered around the struggling Lord, wondering if any of them would attempt to aid him.