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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] The driver looked over towards William and noted he was starting to go. It was probably a good idea. Taking a bite of his food he then pulled out a piece of linen from his pocket and wrapped up the rest, downed his tea, and stood up. "Yes, thank ya kindly," he said before heading towards the door. 

	"Of course, safe travels," Cook said before they left. The driver made his way down the back steps, a crust of bread still in hand as he waddled around the back of the house and towards the front. Every so often taking a bite from it. He jumped slightly when he rounded the front of the house to see Millicent and Lord Rutherford standing there. The Lord Rutherford looking anything but happy about the situation, and Millicent biting her bottom lip slightly in what one could only assume was worry. 

	"Where in the blazes have you been?" Rutherford snapped as he walked down the front stairs, Millicent on his am but seemingly more in tow than anything else. The driver started moving quicker. 

	"Sorry Mi'lord, we saw that Lord Egerton had left and thought it would be a while, our mistake," he said as he rushed over to the carriage, shoving the bread into his pocket and opening the door for them. Rutherford seemed less than pleased with the explanation as he lead Millicent over to the carriage and ushered her into it. 

	It was a few moments after the front door closed that Lady Kirkpatrick came out of her room and appeared at the top of the stairs. [color=f7976a]"Have all the blithering idiots left my home?"[/color] she asked as she put her hand on the rail and started to walk down the stairs. [color=f7976a]"It is surely bad enough when I have to deal with one idiot that I am related to but when he brings in more, it is as if I have a congress of bumbling buffoons under my feet."[/color]

	Making her way down the bottom of the stairs she glanced around. Seeing it was only her and Maeve about she sighed in a huff before glancing towards the girl. [color=f7976a]"Don't know about you but I could use a drink, what say you?"[/color]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] There was a dip and dive, a duck and a doge of the people around him as Ludwig kept moving as quickly as his feet could carry him and as far away as space would allow from the woman. Spinning around in place he looked over towards Vlad. [color=f9ad81]"I, oh hu hu hu, blah blah blah, French! Baguette, Croissant, conquer, no up, look down, hu hu hu,"[/color] he rambled on. It seemed that the German man had no like of the French woman and was doing his apt best to stay away from her now that they were not on the boat. It was no secret that the Germans in general were not fans of the French, especially after their occupation of their homelands. Seemed Ludwig was of a general mind, even if muddled. 

	[color=f9ad81]"Yes! To ride, on the wind!, Dieter, my ferret, not my brother, go to Fire Walker, I be there in a flap of a wing, not the shake of a lambs tail as I have no tail but you have a tail so shake it,"[/color] he said. Dieter, the ferret not the brother, jumped down and scurried through the crowd towards Constantin's horse as Ludwig dipped into an alleyway. A look, a grin, and down down down he went. A dip and a dive and a little flight and there he was at the horse and climbing into the saddle bag along side Dieter, his ferret not his brother. 

	[color=f9ad81]Oh yes, very nice, very nice indeed. Swift as winds we can go now. Yes, yes, far far away from French, blegh!"[/color] Ludwig said as he curled his tiny hands over the seam of the saddle bag and looked out. He wasn't mad, he was glad, he was always glad, people called him mad but he wasn't. But he could be, maybe, around the French he could be mad but no, right now he was glad, not mad, to ride, and hide, with Dieter, his ferret not his brother, by his side. 

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Road To Gretna Green:[/i][/b][/color] Ny sat there listening to the young Crypt woman. It seemed she had to think on it for a long while. That or the time that ticket in his head was far slower than the time that was actually passing. It could be that way sometimes. When one was actively doing something the time could seem to slip by like sand through open fingers but when someone was waiting on something, those sands stopped as if one had closed their fist fight, refusing to let a single grain pass through, a single second. Or maybe he was just old and going senile. Could be but then again, for someone of his line, what would be the difference?

	As she finally spoke and gave him a tale of her own, he didn't looked surprised but he did look a tad intrigued. As she spoke he dug into his robe and pulled out a journal. It seemed to be on similar in nature to the one that Ludwig had used back at the Circus. Not the one he only drew in but in the one he kept his notes in of his travels. The thing was Ny's looked to be much thicker and much more worn out. Perhaps from the longer life that he had led. "Yes, mmm, yes," he said to her mention of perhaps seeking Ludwig as a tour guide through the Black Forest. "Ah, yes. Here is it," he said muttering and speaking more to himself than to Virginia. Running his finger over the page before snapping the book shut he looked over to her. 

	"He's alive, in India."