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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] The man shook his head some. "Nay, I be doubtin' it. Truly I do. Now if we 'aye been comin' in from the South and someone been tryin' to stop sumthin' then maybe but with us being this far north, trouble not likely be followin'. Not of the beatin' heart type that is. Soulless less predictable it seems though," he said as he fed one of the horses another carrot bit. Looking over at William he continued. "And you, will ye be stayin' with them? Or ye be wantin' to hitch a ride back this way?" he asked. 

	[color=0072bc]"Thank you,"[/color] Millicent said quietly as she looked towards the woman. She looked frightened, and out of place but a bit more at ease than she had when the others were around. [color=0072bc]"I'm sorry but I think I missed your name,"[/color] she said as they started looking for a quill and ink for her to write with. Maeve was right, it wouldn't be long until they were able to find one. There was a study on the main floor of the house, one that Thomas had come out of when they entered. She would be able to find ink and quill and paper there, it would take a bit of shifting things around in a drawer to be able to locate it. 


	[color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] It seemed that Constantin was very glad to be back on solid ground. Several on the ship chuckling and Marco just shaking his head in an amused manner. "Land lubers," he chuckled to himself from the wheel of the ship. Fyror gave a quick and polite thanks to Regalia before making his way down the gangplank and onto the docks. He stood there waiting for the others as he looked around. The town was small for a port city and there could be seen a tavern and inn down the road a bit from the docks towards the edge of town. 

	 Regalia rose a brow at the long winded and dramatic speech and exit the man made. It just seemed to be his way. "And to you, keep the wind at your back, should you need us," she said as Silvio came over to her. 

	"Yes, should you need us," he said towards Colette." They left it at that and said no more as the group left their ship. All save one. Where was the Master Zimmerman? And Dieter, the ferret not his brother? It wasn't long before he was rushing out, in his wibbly wobbly fashion, knees buckling as he rushed to catch up and nearly took a tumble down the gangplank before stopping in his tracks, rushing back onto the ship and hugging Regalia and Silvio. grinning sheepishly towards them and exchanging some unheard words before rushing right back off the ship and onto the dock. 

	[color=f7976a]"Right, um, what were we doing again?"[/color] he asked, still coming out of it from his nap apparently. 

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	[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] Ny was glad he held back a few steps from Virginia because he had to hide his face to keep from laughing. It wasn't that she was funny in a haha sense, but it was humorous to him to see her change so drastically so quickly. Not that he was buying it, but then again he didn't have to, the people she was speaking to did and men, well are stupid. Especially when in front of a pretty woman who seemed to be in distress. They either tend to want to help or take advantage. Either way would work for him, they could turn either in their favor he figured. 

	 The younger of the two older than Virginia men looked over to her and bowed up slightly, the older of the two rolled his eyes at his counter part. Thankfully it seemed that the older one would be doing the speaking as he spoke up before the younger one finished slicking his hair down. "What can we do for ya lass?" he asked as he stood up and walked slowly over towards her. "Are ya' in some trouble?"