[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 smiled slightly at his comments. [color=#9999ff]"Not even us Crypts know everything,"[/color] she reminded him before he began. She never wanted to be so ignorant as to think there was nothing left in the world she would find shocking or surprising. People who made up their minds that everything was exactly as they expected and nothing could ever vary from that tended to be irritating and short sighted. If there was nothing left to surprise her, then life would become incredibly disappointing. She loved the unknown far more than she could ever cherish the known. She wanted to hold onto her sense of wonder as long as she possibly could.

	As Ny finally came to a tidbit to share, Virginia grinned and leaned forward slightly in expectation. It was a good thing that the carriage wasn't too bumpy as otherwise, she might have been easily thrown to the ground in this position. Experience over speed was paying off so far. And she knew that Millicent could wait. Her friend hadn't even asked her to do this. This was a quest to ensure that Millicent was fine - not a quest to force a choice upon her. 

	His story did not fail to surprise her. Her eyes widened a bit, hearing that there were indeed white sheep in her family - those who decided to walk the Path of Light instead of the Path of Night. [color=9999ff]"I have never heard of the das Grabgewölbe before,"[/color] she admitted, thinking over the news. [color=9999ff]"But I would very much like to meet them one day. Family is family, no matter the path that they walk."[/color] It was a firmly held belief of hers, as well as her parents. A Crypt was a Crypt - even if they made questionable choices and enjoyed gruesome aesthetics. Nothing changed that. [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 - Outside of the Study (Main Floor)
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Maeve hesitated for a moment, holding the letter in her hands as she thought through the various options. Millicent had entrusted her to see that this was sent. Now, while she could leave it for the butler to have him send it out, there was the risk that Millicent's fiancé might find the letter and destroy it. Of course, there was also the question if Maeve cared enough to go out of her way to ensure that it was sent without that chance. She knew that had she not been in a household such as this, she would have to venture to the Post and see to it that a carrier brought it in that direction. 

	Now, if she did decide herself to go get this sent personally at the Post, she'd have to make her way back over there. The only Post she had knowledge of in this area would be at Port Annan. Taking a carriage in order to get back there seemed a bit ridiculous and over the top for her to do at the moment. She wasn't going to leave the house in order to get the highest quality delivery service for Millicent. No, so that left her with either leaving it by the door for the butler or tracking him down personally and telling him to immediately see to it. She sighed a bit, torn over the decision. Did she go out of her way for the security of this letter? 

	Shaking her head a bit, Maeve headed to the front entrance, letter in hand, hoping to spot the butler but if she didn't, she'd just leave it for him for when he had a moment.