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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] The driver looked over at William, a bit confused it seemed for the moment as to what the man who had ridden inside the carriage was doing. Once he figured out that William was in fact there to help and not just watch him he seemed a even more so yet he didn't say anything about it. Simply giving the man a nod and a quick. "Hey, thank ya lad," to him as the shuffled the bodies of the recently deceased Rory and Father Fuddles from the top of the carriage to the soft patch of grass near the drive. 

	Taking his hat off he wiped his nearly fully bald head with a worn handkerchief and shrugged a bit. "Not so much in their employ sir. Just the carriage driver for the post in Port Annan. Got hired to bring ya out here not ten minutes before we left," he said before blowing his nose and shoving the scrape of fabric back into his pocket. Looking at the bodies he sighed a bit before sitting down on the step that lead up into the carriage itself. "Hired to bring you all here and then to Gretna Green. After that I go to the carriage post there and wait for another hire for the night. If nothing I go back to Port Annan in the morning." He looked a bit weary, granted could one blame him? He had been hired to drive a carriage, not move dead bodies about. Looking up at William he pulled out a flask and took a drink from it before holding it out to the man. "What about you? Take it you ain't a Lord and you surly ain't a Lady."

	~will update inside after Maeves next update~

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]One Ship Moving:[/i][/b][/color] Silvio held up his hands in defeat but he was still chuckling. "I yield, wasn't meaning anything against her. Was wondering if your information was from a trustworthy source. But if you know the man and trust his information, then yes it sounds like she is in a bit of trouble," he said as he stood up and pushed his chair under the table. He was still chuckling to himself as he walked passed Fyror. "Good luck mate, sounds like yer gonna need it," he said as he moved around him and out of the door from the kitchen and onto the main deck. 

	Hazel looked down at Constantin as he asked what city that was. "It be Port Annan, we'll make dock in less than the time it takes to brew a decent cup of tea I'd wager," she said before she looked back out over the water. Resting her hands on the railing of the crows nest as her red hair whipped in the wind.

	Regalia looked over towards Vlad as she came out form behind her desk and reached into her pocket. Pulling out a large golden coin she handed it over. It was intricately molded with a skull on it and swirls around it, there were two ropes in the molded gold as well, looking oddly knotted. "Come to any port and seek us out. Should you be approached and asked if the dead can live again, simply show this. They will know you are a friend and will aide you," she told him before stepped out of the cabin and onto the main deck. 

	"Bis le ka apriete ti' le muelle," she yelled to the crew as she moved up to the wheel and stood beside Marco. The screw got to work sailing the ship into port. 

	[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] ~will update after Virginia's next update~