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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] Millicent glanced back at the desk and then towards the door to check to see if anyone was there. Quickly she moved back over to the desk and slipped a large piece of parchment from under the stacks. It was the drawing of a ship and words were scribbled down around it. [color=0072bc]"This ship is of my fathers fleet and the last known location of my dearest friends parents. Why it is in this house worries me, it was stolen from my home not two days ago,"[/color] she said before placing it back in the stack where it had been. She looked livid right then, angered that whomever had broken into her home had taken such a thing. Why it was there she didn't know but one thing was certain, it shouldn't be there. 

	The driver followed William around the back of the house and over to the steps leading up to the door. He stayed back as William knocked. It was a few moments before a portly lady with steely eyes popped the door open and looked down at them. She had a simple dress on and while he boots at one time might have been black or brown they were covered in dust and flour right then as she cleaned her hands off. "Ey, what can I be doing for ye?" she asked in an elderly voice. 

	"A meal ma'am if yas got it. We be traveling with guests of this house," the driver said as he pulled his cap off. She looked them over and nodded. 

	"Come on, knock yer boots off before ya come in, don't be wanting no mud on my floors," she said as she stepped back inside. There was a mud room just inside the door where coats and capes and shoes were stowed and a scraper they could tend to their boots with. There was a floor of smells coming into the mud room and just beyond an open door-frame was a large kitchen where several servants were standing around either working or just sipping something from glasses.

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] Nigel looked over towards Colette and rose a brow. He listened to what she had to say and nodded. "Oh yes, Lord Rutherford was in here earlier today. I cannot say about your friend fer sure but he was with a pretty young lady. Dark hair and eyes, looked worn and worried, and another man of rude disposition. They left with a violin player some hours ago. If I overheard correctly they were going to get a carriage, try the post, they should know," he said in a kind voice before noting that a rather showy man had walked into his tavern. 

	"Good day sir, I be Nigel, owner and operator of this tavern, what can I be helpin' ya with today?" he asked in the same kind voice he had spoken to Colette with. 

	Outside Ludwig grinned a happy grin. So happy not sad, not mad. Never mad, never to be mad, always glad for he was not mad or sad. He had spotted an inn, food to get, yes food to get. For him and the two men, the three trio they were, off on an adventure to save the damsel in distress. Distress, with tresses, he hoped. Not bald. Or Mauled. Would be bad and so sad and he did not want to be sad. A jaunty walk with Dieter on his shoulder, his ferret not his brother, he followed the man who walked on fire quickly over to the inn and waited to get in the in to see something besides the sea. 

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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 younger man huffed a bit. "Fine, whatever you want," he said as he went and sat down looking rather put out over her choice. Ny on the other hand nodded in agreement with the young Crypt lady. He was right along with her right then, it was better to be a tad safer right then than to risk being laid up for an extended period of time if things did go wrong. 

	"Yes Miss, let's go then," he said as he stepped over to his carriage and opened the door for them. Holding it there as Ny stepped over and looked around the inside for a moment. It wasn't a luxurious carriage that was to be sure but it was good enough. They didn't need velvet seats and curtains made of satin for this trip. They needed sturdy and strong to hold up. That is what they seemed to have. Reaching up he climbed up, tripping slightly but catching himself. Pulling himself fully into the carriage he slipped over to one side and got comfortable. 

	"Yes, yes, will do nicely, nicely indeed," he said as he pulled opened the linen curtains so they could see during the travel. The older man waited for Virginia to climb in and once she was situated he closed the door. One could feel the carriage dip some as he climbed up into the drivers seat. There was a moment of quiet before the sound of reigns snapping echoed and the carriage jerked forward. Just a small one to get the carriage moving out of the mud. After that it gradually gained speed as it headed north. They got to a good pace over all but it wasn't anything tremendous right then but it was doing well enough.