[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=39b54a]William Fraser[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://bookesther.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/john-thornton-smile-gif.gif?w=500[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=39b54a][b]Location:[/b][/color] [b]Kirkpatrick House[/b]
[color=39b54a][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Perception[/i] [/center][hr]

	William had been half-expecting the answer, even before it came. He knew of Gretna Green well enough, the place was famous as a site for love struck English couples to wed, away from disapproving parents. Although the marriage between Rutherford and Millicent seemed to be for more nefarious reasons, he wasn't surprised that it was there that Rutherford intended for it to take place. Even so, he wasn't reassured by the carriage driver confirming his suspicions. One thing that the other man said did pique William's interest though. Trouble that could be following? Was there those who were against the marriage? Who would go so far as to pursue the engaged couple? 

	A question from the carriage driver tore William's attention back to the present, and he quickly regained his composure, smiling slightly as he replied. 

	[color=39b54a][b]"I haven't yet decided, but I may take you up on that offer. I'll pay of course."[/b][/color]

	As he spoke, William found himself properly looking at the man for the first time. He looked old, and worn out, and William didn't blame him. He hardly envied the life of a carriage driver, travelling from town to town, honouring whatever fare you could find. Both men were travelers, but William, William was free. He didn't see any scars on the man, but he didn't doubt that he had them. The world was hard and cruel, unless you were rich enough to lounge around in grand country houses all your life, you would have scars, one way or another. Only a moment had passed, and William glanced back towards the house before continuing.

	[color=39b54a][b]"Certainly a strange thing, that Ryne attack. Can't be a common sight around these parts, not these days at least."[/b][/color]