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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Two Carriages Passing:[/i][/b][/color] William was right to assume that the carriage would be crowded and that someone might get shoved out to have to ride up with the driver. What he was wrong about was who got shoved where. As people were gathering either in or around the carriage to try to make the travel from the battle location to the next destination the Lady Kirkpatrick put her old but titled foot down and she put it down hard. Lord Rutherford and Lord Egerton would ride above and keep an eye out on the bodies of the dearly departed. Sure Egerton might have been what one would consider a higher rank thank she was in the eyes of the Peers, they were in her country now. This was Scotland, not England. 

	[color=f7976a]"You two bumbling buffoons will tend to this,"[/color] she stated in a flat icy tone. As soon as Egerton's lips began to part the head of her cane was under his chin and shutting it hard. [color=f7976a]"That was not up for debate."[/color] This time her voice carried a warning as did the look in her eyes. 

	"Let's just go so we can get this over with," Rutherford said in a tense fashion before climbing up to the top of the carriage and taking a seat next to the driver. Egerton's eyes narrowed and he muttered something under his breath before pushing away the cane and exiting the carriage. 

	Millicent stood there, confused on which way to go but as she felt a hand on her elbow she looked over and saw that it was the Lady Kirkpatrick edging her towards the inside of the carriage. She wasn't about to back talk the older woman and quickly scrambled into the carriage and took a seat. The Lady Kirkpatrick turned her attention to the driver and gave him a quick destination. The man nodded in acknowledgement. Sally looked over towards Maeve and sighed. [color=f7976a]"I prefer dealing with Soulless,"[/color] she snipped as her eyes carried northward before climbing into the carriage herself. [color=f7976a]"Come you two. Let's be on our way."[/color]

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Two Ships Passing:[/i][/b][/color] "Then let's get ya fed," Silvio said as he offered an arm to Colette. Whether she took it or not was completely up to her. He simply waited for her to decide before turning and heading to the back of the ship, opposite to where the Captains quarters were at the front of the ship. Pushing the door open, there was a kitchen and a small table. The room wasn't as large as the captains quarters, a bit less deep but that was to be expected. This was a room mainly for preparation of food, not for living or sleeping in. The room, did smell wonderful however. Colette's assumption that Regalia would have better fare was correct. The captain of this ship wasn't about to serve gruel to crew if she could help it. Though it did appear that much of what they had was running low, which could denote that the ship had been at sea for an extended period of time. 

	"Tell me, how famished are you two?" the man asked as he motioned for them to go ahead and take a seat at the small table not too far away from the stove. 

	"Ничего," Regalia said in a tongue that Vlad knew, it was the tongue of Mother Russia. Not the language of his skill but of his homelands. She simple said, it was nothing. The woman obviously actually spoke Russian. Looking at her, one could say that she did hold many traits that Russian women did, could she have been of Russian ancestry? She did have many traits physically resembling Vlad's dearly departed wife. The skin tone, the angular features, the dark hair, the bright eyes. Leaning forward slightly she waved it off. "We happened by you, we will take you to port, simple. I prefer not to complicate matters further. I owe you, you owe me. When does it stop? No, I did something, it ends there. Nothing owed."

	Taking a sip from her wine chalice she rolled her eyes a bit. "Antiquated people with antiquated ideas. Staying in the past means repeating the past. Death might teach them a thing or two," she said in passing. "It has me." Setting the goblet down she eyed him. "What do you think of them?"

	[color=2956b2][b][i][url=https://www.british-history.ac.uk/sites/default/files/publications/pubid-404/images/fig159.gif]Carlisle[/url]:[/i][/b][/color] The man gave her a quizzical look for a moment as his lips popped a few times, his jaw elongating and shortening quickly to create the sound. Then he laughed a bit and shook a finger at her. "Oh you are a funny one. Pride does fit you well, best travel by foot then, would hate to see you broken on the wheel," he laughed as he kept walking. "And I would hate to be dismembered," he added as he set his eyes towards the north. 

	"Hrm, don't know. Been a lot of places. How many have you seen?" he asked before taking another bite of the chewy dried bit of meat. Chopping on it vigorously, the man obviously had no table manners but then again they weren't at a table. They were walking from the scene of a lot of deaths recently and hitting the open road. Where manners really needed? As he spat a chunk that didn't chew right to him onto the ground before taking another bite, it was apparent he didn't feel as if they were right then.