[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/Road to Gretna Green
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Virginia's eyes widened slightly as Ny told her that her father was in India. She did not know if he was a man that she could trust truthfully, but her intuition was telling her that she could. He knew of her family, was well traveled, and did not have the same hang ups that most members of society did. Had he told her that she was his cousin, Virginia would have been inclined to take him at his word. Of course, the location of India struck her mostly because it was a stark contrast to the direction the Russian Circus wished to point them in. India brought to her mind visions of a hot climate - whether or not that was true was yet to be seen. The name seemed exotic and it was a place that she would very much care to go to - but Virginia wished to travel more or less everywhere if she were to be honest. 

	[color=#9999ff]"Thank you,"[/color] she told him, feeling that his words were true. She was intrigued by the book that he kept with him, especially since it reminded her of Ludwig's. It likely had to do something with his training, then, she deduced - or the two men both had a penchant for a similar form of journal. No, it knew the location of her father - that would not have been listed in an ordinary book, that much she was certain of. [color=#9999ff]"If you do not mind, what exactly is the journal you have there? I am very curious in such a thing of knowledge - especially since it seems to have some sort of talent to it,"[/color] Virginia asked kindly. She wasn't going to pressure him into revealing anything he didn't want to. He had been kind to her and she believed in treating others as one wished to be treated - in most cases anyways. Some people deserved to be treated horribly. [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 glanced up the stairs, hearing Lady Kirkpatrick and she smiled slightly. Millicent's letter was still in her hand and she realized that there was an additional option. She was here to work for Lady Kirkpatrick - though technically, also to spy on her - Maeve's life had become a bit complicated. Given that Millicent's letter detailed most likely whatever unsavoriness she had uncovered, relating to the ship she mentioned, it could very well be something pertinent for the Lady Kirkpatrick to see. [color=ff6600]"Aye, they've gone - I believe their carriage is departin' nigh,"[/color] she told her employer. She nodded sympathetically at the chorus of bumbling idiots - she worked as a bartender in her family's gang and the drunks were more annoying and tiresome than they were pleasant. 

	[color=ff6600]"I would enjoy a draink, though oi 'av somethin' 'ere dat may interest yer? I don't know 'ow ter read, me lady, but me gut is tellin' me this is important,"[/color] she explained, holding out the letter Millicent had given her to Lady Kirkpatrick. Her loyalty was towards the woman giving Roisin education and protection - not to the battered woman who had temporarily come into the house. The world was harsh and unforgiving, but who knew, maybe having Lady Kirkpatrick see the letter would be to the young woman's advantage. Maeve was mostly just certain that it would reveal something sinister on the part of Lady Kirkpatrick's nephew - information she had no doubt that Lady Kirkpatrick would want to possess if she didn't already.