[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 was almost disappointed when help was finally offered to Rutherford. The sight of the Lord struggling on the ground had been a welcome distraction from the stench of blood and death, but as Lady Kirkpatrick's companion moved forwards to help, the bitter air came rushing back. Practiced hands, moving quickly, made quick work of the tangled beads, removing the rosary still intact. William continued to watch, silently. This detour had certainly been an interesting one, and he was intrigued by the two women they had stumbled across. Not only Lady Kirkpatrick, who was already living up to the near-legendary status her name carried with it, but also this other woman, where clearly there was more to her than first met the eye. 

	Not just a woman, but a mother as well, if brief conversation she had with Lady Kirkpatrick was anything to go by at least. For the second time, William found his thoughts wandering to his own mother. His memory of her was fractured at best, but what memories he still had, he clung to, refusing to let them slip from his mind. Her kindness had never left him, and he had a vivid memory that he'd never let go, of her singing to him, while his father played the violin. Her voice had been flawless, and his father's passion and love had flowed with every note. That was when his father had played his instrument for joy, after William's mother had passed, it had become an obsession. His father would play and play until his fingers bled, until every note was perfect, swearing to himself that if he ever found the Devil, he wouldn't lose a second time. 

	William shook himself out of it again, maybe he was getting old and nostalgic, maybe steady company was shaking his facade loose, but he had found himself losing himself in his thoughts more often that he normally did. Glancing around, he caught Millicent's look back at him, before she moved back towards the carriage after Rutherford, and Lady Kirkpatrick's scathing comment, before she too moved towards the carriage. Left alone with the other woman, William decided to try and make conversation, hopefully doing better than he had with Millicent just a moment before. Putting on his warmest smile, he turned to her.

	[color=39b54a][b]"We haven't been properly introduced. William Fraser, at your service. Will you walk with me?"[/b][/color]