[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]"Oh, I see the source of my misunderstanding. Thank you,"[/color] Virginia said politely, though her spirits had fallen slightly. She had assumed that in his travels, Ny had encountered him in India or that he somehow knew such things inside of the book. Yet given his explanation of how those with the abilities of India did not travel far, she understood his logical leap that her father must have been there. Virginia wished that it was how she assumed - that she could know of her mother's welfare but the Lady Dywell was strong. She knew that her mother would not go down easily. And if her father had survived, she felt it was safe to assume that her mother had as well. 

	Her thoughts drifted towards her childhood as the carriage continued to journey down the road to Gretna Green. She had been a little devil, as nearly all Crypt children were. She recalled once out in the countryside when her father came home with a hearse for the day and they had made figure 666's all around. It was one of her happiest memories and she wished that James would be able to have something similar. The Russian Circus seemed the closest place to a Crypt upbringing that she could attain for him, and it would have the added benefit of ensuring that he would be trained. Yet she glanced back outside the window of the carriage, the train of thought coming to an end as she wondered what she would find at Gretna Green. [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 nodded, absorbing the information that Lady Kirkpatrick told her. She had to wonder who the other enemy was then, if Millicent's husband to be was not the guilty party. Giving another nod, Maeve went off and fetched parchment and ink, having figured out where it was kept during her earlier assistance with Millicent. She returned and gave the requested items to the Lady Kirkpatrick, wondering what exactly she was about to do. She knew that from the sounds of it, her nephew was either going to be killed or disowned - with this woman, she had the feeling that the former was far more likely. 

	[color=ff6600]"If 'er fiance isn't de one ter watch for... Who is?"[/color] Maeve asked. Lady Kirkpatrick hadn't given her any indication so far that she would be kept in the dark when it came to any of this, so she didn't feel a need to hold back each question that crossed her mind. Besides, she was here to work for her. Knowing the Lady Kirkpatrick's enemies would allow her to better serve her and protect her interests. She wondered who the Gerard was that Millicent had mentioned in her letter - clearly someone that she imagined would give her aid and help, perhaps another member of the peerage? At any rate, her gut told her that Lady Kirkpatrick's approach to solving this problem would benefit Millicent in the end.