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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] The driver nodded as he gripped his hat. "Yes ma'am, of course," he said to the woman who had instructed them to clean off their boots. Stepping slowly up the stairs he raked the souls of his boots against the scraper, making sure to tend to the sides as well. Glancing towards William he gave a nod of agreement. "Does seem that way," he said before heading into the kitchen but staying back against the wall as the woman who had invited them in was busy fixing plates. "Go on, have a seat," she said as she pointed to some stools over on the other side of the main island in the kitchen. "Fetch me the kettle," she said towards one of the younger girls in the room who was covered in flour. 

	"Yes Cook," she said as she took the edge of her apron and wrapped it over the wire handle of the kettle that was sitting on top of the wood burning stove. Grunting a bit she picked it up and brought it over, pouring the steaming water into two cups. Loose leaves spinning around in the water as it started to change color rapidly. "Anythang else?" the girl asked before dropping the kettle back on the stove. 

	"Fetch me sum rations from the basement pantry," Cook said and the girl nodded. Walking into the adjoining pantry and lifting the trap door up before stepping down and vanishing out of sight. Looking over towards the men she continued. "Anything in yer tea?" she asked. 

	"Oh, no ma'am, take it strong and dark is all if ya don't mind," the driver said as he walked over towards one of the stools and sat down. " 'Preciates it, been a long mornin'."

	"The fact we gots dead bodies in the lawn since you arrives tells me it was. What be happenin'? I saw the Lord take out of here not long ago with another."

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] Nigel smiled broadly and patted the man on the back, his large eye brows flickering every time he moved in the slightest. "Well I be able's to get ya something. No worries there, you be wantin' to sit down and eats or you be needin' it fer travels?" he asked before glancing towards Constantin and the rather wobbly fellow that walked in behind him. 

	[color=f7976a]"Oh fish and chips, chips and fish, and nuts, be having nuts and sweets? Yummy sweets. For Dieter! My ferret, not my brother. He liked sweets but made his teeth hurt, so no sweets for him but for my ferret and me too!"[/color] Ludwig rambled and Nigel gave the man an odd look. 

	"Ferret? Um, right, please, come have a seat," Nigel said as he motioned towards the bar. "How about I pack you right up?" he said before going behind the bar and then through the door at the end of it into the kitchen. Ludwig walked over there. Nearly hitting someone in the shoulder but spinning around and plopping down on a seat. He grinned as he sat there, patting his knees in time to some music that only he could hear in his ears. His head bobbing up and down as he took a deep breath. 

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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] Will update next round.