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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] In the lovely Kirkpatrick house there was a solemn feeling eeping out of the kitchen as foot steps hit the back set of stairs coming from the upper part of the house. It was the butler and he stopped and looked around at the people there. "I see you have been informed of our losses," he said as he looked them over, obviously overhearing the tail-end of the conversation on his way down. Sighing he pulled up a stool and sat down. One of the scullery maids pouring him a cup of tea, which he took and sipped on it slowly. "The Lady Kirkpatrick has given us the rest of the day off from our duties as long as several meals are packed and put in cold storage for this evening for those in the house," he said before looking over towards Cook. "Do make sure it is tended to before you leave for the day if you would. The Lady says there will be a funeral service in three days for both of them, I must deliver a letter to the church to inform them of..." he said trailing off, those of the house knew who he was referring too. 

	As Maeve was looking around footsteps came from the sitting room. It was Rutherford. He was grinning slightly as he sauntered over towards the woman. "Well, you seem to look lost," he said as he popped a grape into his mouth. He looked her over and stopped as he spotted that she was holding something in her hand. His eyes narrowed somewhat. "What we do have there?" he asked in an accusatory fashion. 

	Coming from around the corner, Millicent was patting the back of her hair as if she had just come from freshening up. [color=0072bc]"I'm sorry to keep you waiting,"[/color] she said in a meek voice as she lowered her hand. Rutherford's eyes held to Maeve's for a moment before grunting and looking over towards Millicent. He looked her over and noted she did seem to be better put together. [color=0072bc]"Are we leaving now?"[/color] she asked timidly. 

	Rutherford cleared his throat. "Yes, it would be best. Something has come up with the Earl and Lord Kirkpatrick, they will not be back until this evening. We should be leaving now," he said as he ushered Millicent towards the door. "Do tell you Mistress we are thankful for the hospitality," he said before walking out the door with Millicent and shutting it behind them. Looking around his eyes narrowed. "Where in the hell is our driver?" he said in an angered tone. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] Things over in Port Annan were about as calm as could be expected right then. Ludwig was more than happy to eat away bouncing in his chair like a spring that refused to stop being sprung. Every so often holding up a piece of food for Dieter, his ferret not his brother. I mean, honestly, it would be odd to feed his brother considering he was dead. If he was a Soulless, then maybe it wouldn't have been as odd then again it could have been even odder to feed a soulless perched on Ludwig's shoulder like a ferret, named Dieter of course, but then again, this is Ludwig we are talking about. For all we know he did convince his brother to sit on his shoulder like a parrot or a ferret. Oh a parrot, that would be a nice pet, teach it to talk, ride it into the air, but he could fly himself. No, ferrets were much better a choice for a noble steed. 

	Money was taken and thanks was given. It was time to move on. While Ludwig might have been the odd one in the bunch but Vlad was the must more dramatic one and was catching a lot of eyes from people who were not very sure what to make of the man. Once the group was out the door, Ludwig waving brightly with a wide goofy smile, they all kind of exchanged some odd looks to each other before going back about their day. Ludwig popping his head back in at the last second, rushing over to the bar and grabbing his box before rushing back out again. Once the door closed, it seemed the place was as quiet as it had been since a Father Fuddles was in the place. 

	Outside, in the streets. It seemed that a young French woman was lost in the crowd. One that had been on the boat with them and was trying to get directions. Ludwig was not fond of the French and swerved a wide path around the other side of the street from her. Tucking his head down as he cradled his bag tight and Dieter rested on his shoulder, his ferret not his brother. How many times do I have to tell you this? Anywho, there was a random person willing to help Colette thankfully. "Why yes Miss, just follow this road to the edge of town and you will see the post and carriages, you can't be missin' it," the man said before tipping his hat and going on his way. 

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Road To Gretna Green:[/i][/b][/color] Ny smiled and nodded, patting his knee roughly to her answer. "Tis good to hear. Yes, yes, very good indeed." He seemed pleased with the answer as he pushed back in his seat to make sure he was grounded as best he could be in the carriage. Even in the best types of carriages and on the best of roads they could be bumpy. This was neither of these but it did seem that the man that was driving them was able to make the best of a bad situation. But then again it was best to be safer than sorrier. Not safe than sorry because in this world everyone was a bit sorry and no one was fully safe. At least not really. Maybe in a mad mind, not a sad mind, but a mad mind they might be, but hey, don't tell a certain someone that. You know how he feels. He's never mad, not even when he is wearing a hat and drinking a lovely cuppa tea. 

	"Yes, do come to my home land. Oh yes, see the dark forest, we have creatures there that would truly scintillating to a Crypt of your nature. You said you know my friends student. Ludwig, did you not? He adores the dark forest and has traveled wide. Yes, do, please go visit and make sure to bring a tour guide lest you be lost in the dark," he said in a scary tone before chuckling, half expecting that she would adore getting lost in the dark. "So, my dear Virginia, quid pro quo. Tell me something about you that would surprise me. Yes, I believe I would like to be surprised. Not a surprise in which makes me jump or worry but something truly marvelous that makes my brows raised and lips turn upwards. Oh yes, tell me something only you know," he said turning the tables to the young woman. He felt it was only fair.