[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]Perception[/i] [/center][hr]

	William hummed some half-forgotten tune to himself as he waited outside the door. Thankfully, the wait wasn't too long, and the door was opened. By a chef, if the flour he could see on her on her boots was any clue. At least it looked like they had come to the right place. The driver found his voice first, and William was quick to put on his most winning smile, in case it helped gain them entry. It seemed, however, that no charming was going to be necessary, the woman quick to invite them in before disheartening back inside herself. 

	Glancing back at the driver to make sure the other man was following him, William stepped inside the house for the first time. It was clear that they had come into the back of the house, he doubted that the gentry would get to experience the wall of smell that greeted them in the mud room. Thankfully, he didn't have the same delicate stomachs that the nobles boasted, and he doubted the driver did either. Moving over to the boot scraper, William began tending to his boots, before glancing up at the driver. 

	[color=39b54a][b]"Looks like we're in luck."[/b][/color]

	Boots suitably scraped, William stepped into the kitchen itself. Hesitating in the doorway, he glanced around for the woman who had let them in, hoping that she would be the key to them getting something to eat. Or to drink at least. Catching sight of her across the room, it seemed that she had already busied herself with preparing some plates. 

	Not wanting to get in the way, William stayed by the doorway, and passed the time looking around the room. He had always heard that you could tell a lot about a person by how they treated their servants, so he decided to put that to the test. To William's casual gaze, the men and women milling about in the kitchen all looked well, and from the looks of things, even seemed ot be enjoying their downtime, if the glasses a handful of them were sipping from was any clue. Deciding to wait, rather than intrude, William leaned against the frame of the doorway and watched the kitchen work.