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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] The Lady Kirkpatrick nodded and started to head towards the parlor for a drink but stopped as Maeve mentioned the letter and held it out. Quirking a brow she took it and continued on her way. [color=f7976a]"Why yes, do pour us a drink and shut the door if you would,"[/color] she said as she stepped over to an arm chair and sat herself down. Looking over the letter she noted the address before popping the seal on it and began reading what Millicent had written. [color=f7976a]'So that is how he plans to do it,"[/color] she muttered under her breath before looking over to Maeve. [color=f7976a]"Yes, that drink now,"[/color] she said folding the note up and slipping it into her breast pocket and grumbling slightly. [color=f7976a]"Shame, I do so hate to have prune the family tree but what can be done? Sometimes a rotten apple can spoil the bunch."[/color] It seemed the Lady Kirkpatrick was rather unhappy to what she had read about. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Road to Gretna Green From The Kirkpatricks:[/i][/b][/color] The driver looked over towards William and shrugged. "Title rarely means means in these parts," he said as he snapped the horses to pick up pace. "From the looks of it, I would say the lady he is to wed has more than he does," he said as they continued down the road. Perhaps that was true. Both their clothing was of fine making but hers was without frays or wear. Pristine. His had some wear to it. Maybe the man just didn't want to waste money or maybe he didn't have enough to have his items repaired or polished to their fullest. "Maybe it was just a long journey," he added with a shrug. It could have been that. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] The man nodded. "Yes Miss, they hired a carriage to House Kirpatrick. Tis to the east. At least he did. If they were the ones traveling with him, then I would suspect they went there as well." Looking back at his log he ran his finger down it. "They should have arrived there by now but there is a note here that they would be keeping the carriage and driver for the day. I do not know if they were going elsewhere. I doubt I will see the driver again until the morrow."

	Closing the book he looked back at Colette. "If you would like to travel there, perhaps we could be of service? The roads are dangerous. Would you wish to hire to go or do you have a means to get there yourself?" he asked looking around. She had come over without an escort and without a horse. "We could have you there within the hour."

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Road to Gretna Green From Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] On the road they were but the road they were not. Once they were out of town, Ludwig did what Ludwig does and pointed them across unmarked roads. Cutting through here and there once over the bridge, once they were on the right side of the water, or the well yes, right side if one was facing the map and it was pointing north. Could be the left if the map was pointing south but who would hold a map south? So silly. Then came the words of what attacked Veta and Ludwig slipped down into the bag with Dieter, his ferret not his brother, because of course, his brother would not fit in the bag. Mores the pity because it would have been nice to travel with Dieter, his brother not his ferret but he would still have his ferret. Two Dieters! A brother and a ferret! To words he spoke. [color=fdc68a]"I will see, I will see, I will read to see, let me see!"[/color] he called out from the bag as he curled up with Dieter, his ferret not his brother, flipping through one journal but not the other to see if he could find what he wanted. 

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Road To Gretna Green From Carlisle:[/i][/b][/color] Ny looked over to Virginia and chuckled ever so slightly. "Oh no, it is just a journal of my travels," he said as he closed it and slipped it back into his bag. "Yes, each of us, well of me, my people. We all have one. Some of us have two, one for one purpose, one for another, but this one, we all have. We travel, learn, write. So many oddities in the world, so much fun, we seek out more, we write. Minds get soft, things get forgotten. Always best to write. Write all we see and do," he said before a light seemed to go off in his eyes. "Which I should write, write, yes, about you," he said before pulling the journal back out, and a quill to write with. "I only have the one, my dear friend, and his mentoree, well they have two," he said with a chuckle as he flipped open to a blank page and started writing in his skill language. "Though if I live much longer I will have to have more pages added to this one, a life time of travels, so many travels. I do so prefer the east to the west," he admitted. Stopping he laid the quill down on the page and pulled out a newer journal, one that was blank, and pencil. "Here, one who seeks knowledge should record such," he said with a wink as he handed it over.