[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]: Deduction[/center][hr]	Virginia looked at the man for a moment, mulling over everything he said. She didn't feel wary of him - he seemed to be a decent fellow. Perhaps he was a bit simple and insane, but her mother had been insane so that in itself didn't quite bother her. His character was good and that was all that mattered. The reference of the two hour to walk to Gretna Green... That was significant. Elizaveta had described it in her visions. She wanted to pursue the lead of the Grand Duchess, yet she had heard the voices of the circus. 

	[color=#9999ff]"I must ask - my friend that was abducted by the - I believe minocranies, yes? Can we do anything for her? Or would my efforts be better put towards taking the road that leads to Gretna Green, to see if my closest friend needs help murdering her husband to be?"[/color] Virginia asked. She had faith in this man and he knew Ludwig. But more importantly, he had knowledge of these Soulless. Yet hearing her own words, Virginia shook her head slightly. Millicent would be fine. Elizaveta, she was the time pressing concern. 

	[color=#9999ff]"Forgive me. That was irrational. Will you help me save my friend who was spirited away by the minocranies?"[/color] Virginia asked. [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]: Sewing [/center][hr]	[color=ff6600]"What's de matter witcha? Walk much?"[/color] Maeve scolded, as Rutherford comically failed to pick up Calum or the rosary. She heard the near whisper on the wind and smiled slightly at it. Calum had given her one last jester like performance - and it was endearing. She just wished she had had a chance to speak to him. It felt as if a story had been ended prematurely. She sighed slightly then as the young woman attempted to help. [color=ff6600]"Back aff, yer lot,"[/color] Maeve told the company assembled. 

	Bending down, Maeve expertly untangled the rosary without damaging it. She simply viewed the task like untangling thread or a sewing project - especially the few that Roisin had attempted to 'help' with. Maeve then neatly stood up, holding Calum's rosary. She glanced down at Rutherford, as if daring him to ask for her help to stand. She delicately thumbed one of the prayer beads, hoping that Calum's soul was safely delivered to heaven and that dear Roisin would have no difficulties reaching Rome. [color=ff6600]"Me lady - unless yer want it for yerself, I would like ter keep de rosary,"[/color] Maeve then said, looking at Lady Kirkpatrick respectfully.