[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 found the mention of sands curious. To her, sands belonged in places that were warm and far away from England's shores - perhaps the Caribbean where many went to train. She had heard plenty of talk about those sandy beaches, a sight incredibly different from the rocky ones she was so used to here in the British isles. However, she had to smile at the thought of gods playing games, going from place to place. She could see her own patron, Veliona, doing something of those sorts. [color=#9999ff]"That is understandable - with such a long existence as theirs, with an immortal life without an end, they need some form of entertainment,"[/color] she mused. 

	She glanced at the carriage post as well as Ny pointed it out. She wasn't too thrilled at pretending to be a weak maiden - she didn't like the entire image it gave of the helpless female - but it was unlikely that they'd be able to obtain a ride otherwise. [color=#9999ff]"I think I might have an easier time pretending to be the old man, but I shall make my best attempt to pull the wool over their eyes,"[/color] Virginia replied, referencing their earlier line of conversation as she followed Ny forward. She started to think over the ways to present herself like that, attempting to fold inwards slightly as to look vulnerable and weak. [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]: House Kirkpatrick 
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	While to an extent, Maeve could appreciate the entire ~devil I know~ sentiment, she found it foolish in a lot of cases. This happened to be one of them. Lady Kirkpatrick was an unknown, yes, but Maeve was almost positive that her situation would improve with Lady Kirkpatrick's help, rather than remaining a quiet piece of arm wear for some egotistical and prickish lord. What one currently had was not always the best case and it struck her as stubborn and childish to not even press for details about Lady Kirkpatrick and what help she could afford. Oh well. Maeve shook off any remaining pity she had for the young woman. She seemed too fixated on a fate she felt pre destined for to notice possibilities to change the course.

	Once inside the house, Maeve nodded curtly. She truthfully did not wish to speak of Calum at the moment, but she had struck a deal with the Lady Kirkpatrick and she needed to honor its terms. [color=ff6600]"We encountered a number av rynes. We managed ter put dem ter rest, but Calum an' Rory were not so fortunate. We then secured transportashun back 'ere from these gentlemen as our carriage wus not an opshun any longer,"[/color] Maeve explained. She made eye contact as she explained the situation to Lady Kirkpatrick's nephew, knowing that he still thought that she worked for him. Maeve omitted the fact that they had seen Roisin before the battle - that was something to be kept in confidence between herself and the Lady Kirkpatrick.