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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] The driver nodded. "No, not since long before any of us were around, first attack this size I have heard of in my life time," the man said as he adjusted one of the buckles. It was true, things like this didn't happen anymore. The attacks in England and now Scotland were things that hadn't happened in long before this man was born. Even dealing with a Soulless was rare enough in this day and age to be the main reason not everyone trained anymore, the reason why there were so few trained people. To why nearly everyone that was trained hadn't even seen a Soulless in their life. It was more of a status thing than survival anymore, even if it was still practical as history seemed to repeat itself. 

	Inside Millicent cracked a small smile. It was a nervous one but it was there. The girl was right, now thinking on it, she hadn't said it. [color=0072bc]"Well it is a pleasure to know it now ma'am,"[/color] she said to Maeve. Millicent didn't give hers. The bluestocking figured if she wanted to know it she would have asked. This woman didn't seem to hold things back and spoke quickly, like the older woman. Moving to the desk, she sat down. 

	[color=0072bc]"Thank you,"[/color] she said before she started to write down a small note. Her head tilted to the side as she spotted something under a stack of papers. Millicent's curiosity got the better of her, she really shouldn't be snooping in anothers office but she didn't think when she pulled it out and took a look at it. Lips thinned a bit before shoving it back to where it had been. The first words she had written she scratched out as she got an angered look on her features. [color=0072bc]"[i]Ham ga tsan[/i]",[/color] she said under her breath before leaning over and writing quickly. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] There was a yell from the ship, it was Regalia but she wasn't speaking to those that had been on board, and she wasn't speaking in English. She was back to the language they seemed to share that was unfamiliar and the crew was quickly getting to work. This wasn't their port, only a stopping point. 

	Ludwig, dip and dive and reached into his bag as Dieter, his ferret not this brother, perched on his shoulder with his paws on the mans head. Flipping through one of his journals he looked and looked. [color=fdc68a]"Oh yes, to the green to the green, stop it all stop it all, make haste, no waste, we go to the east and avoid the west,"[/color] he muttered to himself before looking up from his book and then up to the sky and then around and around, his finger out as he pointed to nothing at all and everything there was. Until he stopped. [color=fdc68a]"That way,"[/color] he said pointing towards the Mouth of Annan, where the river washed into the bay. Then he stopped. [color=fdc68a]"But first this way!"[/color] he said pointing down the street towards the outskirts of town. [color=fdc68a]"Gotta get to the bridge first,"[/color] he chuckled. 

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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] The two men exchanged a look between them that looked to speak of confusion. Even more so when Ny came up and looked around. "To the Green miss?" the older one of the two asked, not so much out of not understanding what she said but not understanding why she would want to go there. 

	"Who the hell are you?" the younger one said towards Ny. 

	Ny kept looking around, leaning heavy against his cane. "Ny," was all he said but the older man was still looking at Virginia. 

	"Um, yes we can get you there, would take a few hours but can be managed young one. The cost is two pounds, is that something you can pay?" he asked. "Is that something you really want to pay? Gretna is no play for one such as yourself."