[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] N/A [/center][hr]

	William had been expecting a reaction, but maybe not one quite so jarring. It was foolish of him not to think that the bodies that they had laid in front of the house might be more than just travelling companions of Lady Kirkpatrick. Of course they were members of their household, and he wasn't surprised that the news of their death would cause shock, especially if they had been with the house for as long as it sounded like they had. Regardless, what was done was done, and he couldn't take back what he had said. If he'd thought about it, he might have given the news in a gentler manner, but in the end, it was better that they knew. 

	Despite the somber mood that had rapidly descended over the room, one detail did strike William. The news of the Soulless attack itself seemed to have caused barely a ripple. This may of course have been down to the shock at the death of the two men, 'Rory' and 'the Father', but in his mind, it went some way in proving his initial thoughts. The servants were confident enough in the safety of the house. Clearly Lady Kirkpatrick could handle herself, and he knew that the girl that had been with her could too, but in a house this size, he was sure there were plenty of other's who were trained to defend against the Soulless. And even if they weren't officially trained, he was sure plenty would have a weapon close at hand. Lady Kirkpatrick didn't come across as a fool, nor someone who would tolerate any. 

	Glancing down at the tray that had now been placed before him, William realised that a stony silence was threatening to fall over the room, the servants reeling from the news. Looking up at the cook, William nodded slightly, echoing the driver again. 

	[color=39b54a][b]"You have my condolences as well, ma'am. I am sorry that I was the bearer of bad news, they sound like good men."[/b][/color]

	William had never been good at dealing with grief. When his mother had died, he was still a boy, and he had never had time to grieve. And when his father was killed, William simply didn't know how to. He'd lived his whole life from one day to the next, always moving, never lingering in one place for too long. Maybe he was continuing his father's quest, maybe he was simply living the life of the musician, or maybe he was scared of what ghosts would catch up with him if he ever did stop moving.