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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Two Carriages Passing:[/i][/b][/color] The Lady Kirkpatrick looked over towards Maeve and smirked a bit. One couldn't really tell if the woman was proud of what Maeve had said or if she was displeased by the womans words and actions. The woman most likely preferred that people didn't know exactly what she was thinking at all times, it would make it simpler in the long run. 

	Millicent on the other had looked a bit confused but it wasn't clear why. There was just this look on her face that was one of perplexing origin. Yet she didn't bother to say anything as things were settled and the carriage started to pull away from the scene. It was about time as well as far as some were probably concerned. It was a nice break and a bit of peace and quiet right then but the carriage ride was anything but quiet once they reached the cobblestoned road. It would hard to hear anything going on either inside or outside if one was in the other location and it seemed that the Lady Kirkpatrick was keen to use this to her advantage. 

	[color=f7976a]"Why in bloody hell are you two traveling with those bumbling buffoons?"[/color] she asked flatly as she rested her hands on the top of her cane. It was clear that Millicent was not going to answer that question right then as the woman went deathly white as soon as the question was asked and her eyes lowered sharply to the floor of the carriage. This left William to answer first, if he chose to answer at all. 

[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Two Ships Passing:[/i][/b][/color] Silvio chuckled a bit and shook his head. "Needn't worry yerself lass. We will resupply when we dock and you leave us. Small bit to look forward too even if we do have to lose you then," he said as he made his way to the stove. "Though if ye haven't eaten much, might wanna be careful what we put in yer belly Lass. Wouldn't want to cause a storm of the bowels," he said before looking over towards Fyror and awaiting an answer from the man. 

	Regalia looked at the man and quirked a brow. After he finished his very long speech she had to hold a hand up and hold back a chuckle. Taking a breath she leaned forward and started speaking but this time she set any doubt aside whether or not she was fluent in Russian. It seemed she was and spoke the language as if she was born to it. "Я извиняюсь, правда. Я не хочу смеяться, но твой акцент такой густой, а твои слова такими разбитыми, что я едва мог разобрать два слова из того, что ты говорил. Как насчет того, чтобы мы просто разговаривали друг с другом, как если бы вы были в вашем цирке. Это будет намного проще для нас обоих. Теперь давайте попробуем это снова. По-русски." (*Translation PMed)

	[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 grinned and nodded. "Oh yes, I would indeed but alas, I do have such fetching sleeves it would be a pity to only be able to show one off at a time. Now, a leg. Oh yes, I could sport quite the carved peg and it would be much easier to clean than trousers. Oh yes, fine idea indeed. As long as one didn't lose their head over the matter," he said, chuckling to himself as he kept walking. 

	At the mention of a brother he looked over towards her slowly. "Dare I ask if he is headed for the Americas? If so, we should turn course now to retrieve the boy, that side of the world is no ones friend currently," he said rather frankly as he stopped in his tracks and faced the woman. "East is safe for now, west is anything but my child. Avoid the setting sun, it brings nothing but darkness and not the welcome kind either."