[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 could not help but beam slightly at his explanation of what type of wood he would craft a replacement limb from. It was so much more worthwhile conversation than anything she had really experienced in London. Too many were concerned with gowns and social standing - but if you asked them what wood they wanted for a limb or for a casket, their answers fell short! While she already knew that she missed her parents dearly, Virginia did not realize how much she yearned for proper conversation. His commentary on her name was interesting as well, as she pondered his phrases. She was named for the Virgin Queen of England, Elizabeth the First. She would have preferred that her parents name her after some sort of despicable murderer or suspected traitor of the Church, but the Virgin Queen, daughter of Henry the Eighth, was as good a choice as any. The connection with the ex-Colony could not be overlooked either, something that made her fond of the Americas before she even began her training there. [color=#9999ff]"Ny, it's a pleasure,"[/color] Virginia said, continuing to walk with him. His words had moved her. She would complete this task, to aid her friend, and then she would embark on the journey she had always dreamed of. She would finally get to dabble with the Dark Forces, as every little Crypt girl and boy dreamed of doing. [color=#9999ff]"Tell me more of this Parthenos? I'm quite curious,"[/color] Virginia said, looking at Ny. [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 couldn't help but notice something slightly out of place. She recalled Lady Kirkpatrick's warning earlier, when she had first come into her employment. When observing a servant girl at an inn, Lady Kirkpatrick had commented that you first had to get things for yourself, then you could worry about helping family. Was that not the opposite of what Millicent was doing now? Perhaps Maeve's memory was faulty but either way, she didn't let the moment of confusion show on her face. She would have to contemplate this later. [color=ff6600]"'ow many souls do yer 'av ter sell? I 'ope more than one,"[/color] Maeve commented, looking at Millicent. She felt a bit of sympathy for her - being engaged to either man on the roof was hardly a pleasant fate. However, she couldn't help but feel it was short sighted. Whatever dark path she was sparing her family from, would marrying the man on the roof really be a solution? Or was it just a temporary fix? Maeve hoped for Millicent's sake, it really was a permanent solution. Otherwise, her sale of her soul may just be for nothing.