[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]: N/A[/center][hr]	Virginia giggled slightly at the man's talk. None of the normals ever would have entertained the fashion behind missing limbs. [color=#9999ff]"What wood would you carve your leg from?"[/color] Virginia asked. She herself was partial to hawthorn wood - it just screamed conflict and turmoil. It was something she could relate to, living as a Crypt in this world. She really would have appreciated being born a bit earlier - perhaps she could have lived in Salem. Perhaps she could have gone and lived in Spain - would she be accused of meddling with Dark Forces? Oh, she certainly hoped so. 

	[color=#9999ff]"Oh, no, I do not believe so - he's in the care of the Russian Circus,"[/color] she explained. She was relatively certain that James would be heading East shortly - the only thing that complicated matters was the uncertain fate of Elizaveta. Yet at any rate, she doubted they would drag James as far west as the Americas. No, he would be safe, Virginia reassured herself. [color=#9999ff]"Thank you for your council,"[/color] she said earnestly. She appreciated his attempts to look out for her brother. 

	[color=#9999ff]"...And do call me Virginia, please."[/color][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]: N/A[/center][hr]	Maeve interpreted Lady Kirkpatrick's smirk as being positive - though it truly was unclear. She just had to hope that it was a mark of pride in her employee's conduct, yet she imagined if it were not, Lady Kirkpatrick would have caned her by now. She did love her cane. However, it ultimately did not matter too much what Lady Kirkpatrick thought about how Maeve treated William. She had a contract secure for Roisin's training and safety, and she felt that her employer would be fine with her conduct. 

	[i]Of course William was a musician.[/i] He had an awfully high opinion of himself from what Maeve could tell and she rolled her eyes as he spoke. The woman looked confused and in Maeve's opinion, perhaps she was scared? [color=ff6600]"Look, ye 'eadin' ter blather or not? Cos 'onestly, anythin' yer 'av ter say 'ill be far less irritatin' than your bard,"[/color] Maeve told Millicent bluntly, nodding a bit at William. She knew that there was perhaps a more gentle way to say this, but she was already on her last nerve with all of these people, mostly due to Calum's death.