[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]	While some may have become outraged and infuriated at being corrected, Virginia took the correction with grace and smiled. The man was more well traveled than she had thought and it was a stroke of luck as well - for he had seen her father. The location of India did not make much sense to her still, but she did not doubt Ny. She took him at his word, a decision she felt in her soul that she would not regret. She smiled slightly as he said that he was going to write about her and she had to wonder what he was going to put. She wasn't going to ask however how Ny would remember her - it was a personal thing and she had no reason to believe he would write ill of her. And if he did, it would not be the first time someone had thought poorly of the Crypt family. 

	She was genuinely touched as he handed her a journal and a pencil. [color=#9999ff]"Thank you - it is beautiful,"[/color] she said, giving him an honest smile. [color=#9999ff]"I wish that I had something proper to give you in return,"[/color] she admitted. It felt a bit odd to her, to not give an exchange here. He had given her something precious and she wished to be able to do so in return. However, there was one thing she could do, as she picked up the pencil and began to write on the first page, describing Ny. [color=#9999ff]"For now, I shall just have to write about you until I can remedy this,"[/color] she told him. She would have to fill in the pages with details on Mary and Elizaveta and Millicent and James and all that had come to be - but that could wait. Her memory was sharp enough for now. 

	However, each time he mentioned Ludwig, she had to admit she felt a little something. That was something to think about later. [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) -> the Parlor
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	She nodded as Lady Kirkpatrick took the letter, following the elder woman into the parlor and shutting the door behind them firmly. She didn't anticipate that anyone would be back soon, but it was best to take precautions, especially if the conversation was going to be as sensitive as Maeve anticipated it would be. There was something about Millicent's letter that told her it would be important to Lady Kirkpatrick's affairs - and her loyalty was to the woman whom procured Roisin's safety, not to one who showed up out of nowhere and left as quickly as she came. She pitied Millicent and pity did not buy Maeve's loyalty. 

	Bartending was not something Maeve was unaccustomed to - it was how she had helped her family to earn their more legal living. Getting the proper supplies out, she fixed up a drink for Lady Kirkpatrick and brought it over to her, before making one for herself. She prepared both of them to be rather stiff, figuring that Lady Kirkpatrick would want something strong and would scowl if she served her anything less than that. [color=ff6600]"I 'ope 'tis to yer likin', me lady,"[/color] Maeve told her, referring to the drink. Seeing the reaction to the letter, Maeve grimaced slightly, though she was swelling with pride on the inside. Her gut instinct had been right. [color=ff6600]"If yer don't mind me askin', what does it say?"[/color] she then asked, taking a seat herself. It had something to do with her nephew, she suspected, given Lady Kirkpatrick's comments about pruning the tree. Still, Maeve was curious as to what the fuss was over.