[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 paused for a moment. She did wish for speed, but she knew that she was essentially being offered a choice between experience and arrogance. She would prefer the journey without as much hazard even if it took a bit longer. The rush to Gretna Green, to see Millicent, it was motivated by this wedding. If they arrived after it already happened and Millicent wished for Virginia to help her end it, all it would take would be a swift blow from her axe. She was flexible as to when that fatal stroke would be delivered - of course, she was going to allow Millicent to make that decision at the moment. Her mind could easily change though. 	

	[color=#9999ff]"I'll take the slow and sure journey,"[/color] Virginia decided calmly. Her eyes then darted over towards the young man, doubting for a moment that he really had made that journey this often in these exact conditions. At any rate, if something were to happen she would be far less annoyed in the company of the older gentlemen and less likely to be tempted to decapitate him. [color=#9999ff]"Thank you for your offer, but we can't afford a mishap,"[/color] she told the younger man. She was a Crypt - they were polite. 

	Hopefully, they arrived at Gretna at the right time - whatever that turned out to be. [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 sighed slightly, hearing Millicent's response. She didn't ask her what she had read just to be told a vague philosophical statement. She took the letter from Millicent, unaware that it was a name and address on the front. Well, Maeve more or less assumed that was what was written there - that tended to be the case - but if someone had asked her who it was addressed to she wouldn't have known. For all she knew, Millicent could have written [i]Maeve Brennan[/i] on the envelope and she wouldn't have known. 

	[color=ff6600]"Sure, I'll 'av it sent - but yer 'av ter tell me what it was you read first. Naw riddles, naw 'alf answers, since I am guessin' this is important an' that you don't want yer fiance to know aboyt it,"[/color] Maeve wagered. She had a firm grip on the envelope and wasn't about to surrender it back over to Millicent. Sure, it was a bit of a gamble and it was mean, but Maeve didn't pride herself on being a nice person. She had a gut feeling that whatever Millicent had just read, it pertained to her and the reasons why Lady Kirkpatrick wished for her to be there. If not, well, then it was better safe than sorry. She had to know what it was.