[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]	[color=#9999ff]"The honor is all mine,"[/color] Virginia said, turning Ny's phrasing on itself. She paused in her entry however as the carriage slowed to a stop. Instinctively, she was prepared for the worst. There had been far too many Soulless attacks lately and she was ready to take her axes and use them to remedy any sort of situation that developed. However, as the door to the carriage opened and revealed the driver, she realized that the slight worry had been for nothing. They were perfectly safe - if it had been another time, it would have been disappointing, this uneventful a carriage ride. Yet she had Ny's company and was learning so many wonderful things, there was no need for a blood match as well with the undead. [color=#9999ff]"Of course, thank you for the warning,"[/color] Virginia told the driver. 

	Taking the journal and pen Ny had given her, Virginia closed them and placed them with her other belongings. She kept one firm hand on her possessions and another on the carriage itself, in order to prevent herself or her items from being sent flying as the terrain became more hazardous. She nodded at Ny's comment, though truthfully she would never know if the other carriage driver would have been sufficient. It was the way of the universe - it was pointless to ponder what could have been, as it ultimately only caused pain. [color=#9999ff]"When you saw my father in India... was my mother there as well?"[/color] Virginia asked Ny. She had heard from her father and Ny confirmed that he was alive, but there had been no mention of her mother yet. [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 - the Parlor
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Maeve couldn't help but feel a swell of pride that her guess as to the Lady Kirkpatrick's drinking habits was correct. The stiffness of her attitude and persona was matched by the stiffness of the beverage, a general rule that Maeve found to be true. Of course, there were the occasional exceptions but didn't every rule have cases where it didn't hold up? With her own stiff drink, Maeve took a sip of it, before listening as the Lady Kirkpatrick read the contents of the letter to her. Truthfully, much of the letter went over Maeve's head. She knew it was dealing with Millicent's sibling and holdings of her family. The snakes she took to most likely be people who sought to betray or harm her, like the Devil in the Garden of Eden. And the dagger of blood with the lion? That was where the letter lost Maeve.

	At the mention of the two common enemies, Maeve figured that had to mean Lady Kirkpatrick's nephew and then... the fiancé? Millicent hadn't seemed particularly fond of him and he was close with the nephew, from what Maeve could tell. It would then fall into the ships not being hers much longer - as she was going to be married. [color=ff6600]"I take it those enemies are yer nephew an' 'er 'usban' ter be?"[/color] Maeve asked, wanting confirmation that she had understood the contents of the letter properly. If she didn't, then there was no point in her thinking more on this now. However, at least she had been right - this did connect into the Kirkpatricks. She doubted that Millicent's note would be sent, but she didn't regret showing it to Lady Kirkpatrick at all.