[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]	Ny's comparison of her to a wolf would have brought a smile to her face under any other circumstance - but her brother's life had been threatened with a slaughtered wolf so very recently. It was an uncomfortable reminder that while the Russian Circus was protecting James, there were those who sought his premature death. Death was not something to fear, but it was a delight she wanted to postpone for James. He had so much to enjoy in this lifetime still, so much to see and experience and accomplish. She then gave Ny a nod and took a moment, closing her eyes. 

	She then opened them again, letting her shoulders slump slightly and she lowered her head as she walked forward. The pride and poise she normally carried were gone, replaced with what she hoped was a suitable approximation of a scared and helpless woman. As she approached the carriage post and took in the two middle age men, her stomach churned slightly with distaste but she had to do her very best. 

	[color=#9999ff]"G-g-g-gentleman, might I trouble you?"[/color] Virginia called out, trying to keep her voice soft and weak. [color=#9999ff]"I-I-I am in need of some help..."[/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]: House Kirkpatrick 
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Maeve nodded. [color=ff6600]"Of course, m'lord,"[/color] she replied to her employer. An idea struck her for a moment and her eyes darted over towards Millicent, before she decided that it ultimately was not worth the risk. There was no sense in helping people who refused to help themselves - and besides, she had her own family to think about. She didn't dare do anything that would jeopardize Roisin's future. There weren't very many paths out there for the deaf and she had been lucky enough to get Roisin secured - miracles were rare, she couldn't chance it. 

	[color=ff6600]"Aye, it may take me a bit ter fend yer some since I only started workin' 'ere recently, but I wud be shocked if there wasn't paper an' quill in this 'ouse,"[/color] Maeve told Millicent, nodding at her. It would be a bit awkward if Lady Kirkpatrick didn't have anything on hand - places like this in Maeve's experience tended to be the place where letters were routinely sent and lists compiled. It came with the wealth and status. 

	[color=ff6600]"Come on, we can go fend some together an' then I'll 'elp yer get washed up."[/color]