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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] The Lady Kirkpatrick held up her hand and moved it side to side a bit. [color=f7976a]"Half and half my dear,"[/color] she said before lowering her hand and taking another long sip of the drink that Maeve had made. [color=f7976a]"One is from my own tree, so yes, melding nephew with the brains of a worm is one that must be done away with before he spoils the entire bunch. House Rutherford though, I do not believe he is the main one I should worry about, at least not with this. Just a carrier instead of the writer,"[/color] she said as she lowered the glass and set it down. 

	Leaning back in her chair she sighed a bit and rubbed her hands together. [color=f7976a]"Shame really, twas hoping he would at least not need pruning but I cannot have him undo a life time of work just to get control of this house. He would only bury our name,"[/color] she said in a rather vexed voice and hit the table slightly with the end of her cane. She seemed to think for a moment before looking back over at Maeve. [color=f7976a]"Do be a dear and fetch me parchment and ink, I believe I have work to do."[/color]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Road to Gretna Green From The Kirkpatricks:[/i][/b][/color] The person in the road didn't say anything, just slowly turning around. It would have been hard to tell just what he was doing there, if it weren't for the blood on his hands that came into view and fangs that started to show as he opened his mouth. He didn't have long to speak though as a murder of crows swarmed in from the side and one could swear there were feet within in the cloud of black feathers. There was a gurgling sound that came from the man after a cut off scream before his body hit the ground. As the birds started to flutter away and back into the sky, dispersing there was the back of woman standing over him with a [url=https://aksem62.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cossack-sabre.jpg]sword[/url] dripping in blood gripped in her tiny hand. 

	Slowly she turned around and revealed her [url=https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2c1p63oBY1r9w97z.gif]face[/url]. Her clothing, if one could call it that (more like strategically placed sheets of silk) was in tatters and her pale skin was covered in bruises and blood. Her blue eyes went over to the carriage as she let out a ragged breath. [color=a187be]"Vould you please tell me where I am?"[/color] she asked in a thick and heavy accented voice that sounded like a bird. The driver gulped a bit and glanced over towards William, not exactly sure what to say as the whole thing had happened so quickly.

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] The man nodded and went about what it would take to make the exchange. The cost of the horse, the cost of the rider, writing things down, having a horse saddled for her, and a rider to go with her. It did not take long before the exchange was complete and he handed over the reins of a horse to her. It was a black stallion that looked well enough for the price. Not too young, not too old, the shoes were on well, the saddle was old and worn but in fair enough condition. An older gentleman came over on a brown mare and sat there. He wasn't exactly pretty to look at and dressed poorly but he was there. 

	"House Kirkpatrick?" he asked as he steadied his mare. 

	"Yes, all you need to do is lead her there," the man that Colette had been speaking with said. He nodded. "Need help Miss or you got it?" he asked looking her over. He would help her if she wished, if not he would stand back. Once she was ready to go, they would head out North from Port Annan and then east. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Road to Gretna Green From Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] So many questions, so many questions. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, didn't ask so many questions. Then again Dieter, his brother not his ferret, never really asked too many questions either. Both Dieters, the ferret and the the brother, both seemed content to just let Ludwig do Ludwig. It was happy, not mad. Very happy indeed. These new people, so many questions. Brain would travel from here to there. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Fear, so much fear. Fear of what was, fear of what will be, no fearing the unknown. Unknown is not scary, what we know is scary. Can't unknow what we know, unknown safe since we do not know. But must know, knowing is knowing, can face. Better to face than to lace. Lace, so soft but scratchy, hate lace. Point shoes, so pointy, good pointy. Ulrich has pointy shoes. He teaches with pointy shoes, dances with pointy shoes, knows with pointy shoes. Very stylish, very stylish indeed,"[/color] the man rambled on and on. 

	Looking around he peeked his head out, out of the bad, stand on Dieter, the ferret, not the brother, bones no good for standing, wobble too much, to get better view. [color=fdc68a]Ah, yes, ahh no. Not sure, so many questions. Maybe, not sure. Maybe not. More look, look more, yes, look,"[/color] he kept rambling before poking his head back down into the saddle and flipping through the pages. 

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Road To Gretna Green From Carlisle:[/i][/b][/color] Ny looked at Virginia and looked a tad confused for a moment before he slowly started to understand what it was she was speaking about. "Oh no, I am sorry but the book does not show me that. Just I was sayin' that that type of ability is one of India. And one had to be alive to send such. He must have friends there, or at least one that knows how to use, though they do not travel from their jungles, so only safe to assume he is there." Sitting back more in his seat he braced himself some as the road got a little rougher. "I know not of your mother, I do not have such an ability, though, their might be some somewhere, I cannot remember," he said pondering more to himself than to her right then as they continued down the road.