[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 nodded, drying her eyes slightly. She was firm in her conviction to get them to Gretna Green. [color=#9999ff]"Yes, to Gretna Green if you would,"[/color] she said softly. She would play the role of this weak and wounded female until their objective was achieved. Then she would hold her head high once more and not stoop to something that wounded her own sense of dignity. It would be worth it, however, since it would mean that she could aid her friends - living and dead. [color=#9999ff]"I can pay that price."[/color]

	Virginia kept money on her person at all times - enough that she was confident she could pay the fee. If they didn't manage to get this ride, who knew how long it would take for them to finish the journey. Perhaps they would be too late as well. [color=#9999ff]"I would like Ny to come with us. And if the trip can be made faster, I can pay a higher price... Please, I need to make me way to Gretna Gr-Green,"[/color] she let her voice crack on the end, biting her lip as she looked down. Her eyes then darted back up to the men, hoping that she looked pitiful enough that they would do as she asked. [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 - Study (Main Floor)
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Maeve raised an eyebrow slightly, attempting to tell if Millicent's words were genuine or not. The girl looked like she was shaken - she had been through a lot. Still, she knew that that didn't mean Millicent's words were true. Politeness was often empty without any real sincerity behind it. [color=ff6600]"Is there somethin' wrong?"[/color] Maeve asked. She heard the tone behind Millicent's words and saw the fierceness that she struck the page with. Maeve herself couldn't read or write, so even if she peered over Millicent's shoulder she wouldn't be able to tell what had been written. 

	[color=ff6600]"What was it?"[/color] Maeve then added, her tone dropping slightly. She hoped that Millicent would tell her and not just brush it aside. Whatever it was, it was enough to bring out anger in this rattled woman and given her current position here as a double agent, Maeve wanted to know what it was. Perhaps it was something to make Lady Kirkpatrick aware of, when it came to her nephew's dealings. Or perhaps it was nothing important at all. Either way, she wouldn't be able to tell unless Millicent told her what she had seen.