[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]N/A[/i] [/center][hr]

	Not trained then, but the man could still clearly handle himself. William was glad that the man seemed to have warmed to him, and he watched as the driver took a seat on the step of his carriage. One thing that the other man said did pique William's interest though. A mouth to feed? His own, or someone else's? Before he could ask the question, the driver asked one of his own. William shrugged slightly as he spoke. 

	[color=39b54a][b]"I can't boast the same training that those who call houses like this their home can either, never had the time or the money for that. But I did spend time in Scandinavia, and I learnt some things."[/b][/color]

	William smiled, looking almost nostalgic for a moment, and subconsciously rubbing his right forearm. The moment was shattered by a burst of hoof-beats, and William turned to watch two men ride around the side of the house and rush past where the carriage stood, and out through the gate. William recognized one of them as Egerton, but he didn't have the chance to see the other. Regardless, he agreed with the driver. Unless Rutherford was about to leave Egerton behind, neither of them would be going anywhere anytime soon. William frowned slightly as he spoke again.

	[color=39b54a][b]"That makes two of us."[/b][/color]

	Deciding to make the best out of their apparently prolonged stay, William turned back to the driver and smiled slightly.

	[color=39b54a][b]"Well, if we're stuck here, then I plan to see if the kitchen has anything to spare. You're welcome to join of course, or I can bring some food or drink back here if you want to stay with the carriage?"[/b][/color]

	[i]The driver nodded."Sounds good," he said as he stood up slowly and straightened his jacket. He figured might as well get something to eat since they seemed to be stuck there for now. Motioning for William to lead the way, he followed. He was a bit peckish after all. [/i]

	William led the unusual pair towards the house, the gravel crunching beneath his boots as he walked. As they moved around the house, William allowed himself to admire it. He'd heard enough about the Kirkpatrick's to know that they were an influential family, and the ancestral home was suitably impressive. Eventually spotting the kitchen door, William strode towards it, glancing over his shoulder to check the driver was still with him before knocking three times.