[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]: Gretna Green
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	[color=#9999ff]"What other Crypts have you met?"[/color] Virginia asked, a bit curious as to what other branches of her family this man had encountered. Crypts tended to defy nationality and sovereign borders, being found in various locations all over the world. Of course, she and her immediate family were British but that did not apply universally to the extended lot. A Crypt was a Crypt first, then their respective nationalities second. His words about her father did bring her comfort and Virginia nodded, blinking ever so slightly. There was no shame in crying but she didn't feel like it at the moment. There was work to be done. 	 

	As the carriage came to a halt, Virginia collected her items, ensuring that the gifted journal was stowed away carefully. She departed the carriage, ready to pull an axe from their sheaths at a moment's notice if that was deemed necessary. The quaint town did not strike her as dangerous - all the more reason to be prepared. Taking the money she had offered the driver, she handed it over to him. [color=#9999ff]"Thank you for the safe passage,"[/color] she said calmly. [color=#9999ff]"If you are ever in need of the aid of the Crypt Family, please tell them that the Lady Crypt sent you,"[/color] she instructed him. Her family was rather helpful - one of the commonalities amongst all of the branches. She glanced around Gretna Green for a moment, wondering where here exactly Millicent would be found. 

	[color=#9999ff]"If you had ventured to Gretna Green in order to be married, where would you go in this town?"[/color] she mused, glancing at her companion. [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 could appreciate to a certain extent the cryptic nature of Lady Kirkpatrick - but it frustrated her equally. She didn't like having a half answer be provided to her - the answer that the one to worry about was the one controlling him was one thing, but it didn't give her much to go on. It didn't explain a motive or who this individual might have been. She didn't know much about the young woman's fiancé so she couldn't fathom a guess as to what was going on. [color=ff6600]"T'be sure. it'll be a moment,"[/color] Maeve answered succinctly. She glanced at the paper Lady Kirkpatrick had been written on, getting a gut feeling that perhaps she was replacing the letter Millicent wished to be sent. She couldn't confirm it or anything, beyond asking to see both and just looking to see if the squiggles on the page looked the same to her. It just more or less seemed the type of careful deception that Lady Kirkpatrick would employ. 

	Heading off to the kitchen, she spoke quickly with Cook and retrieved an uncooked potato, before coming back to the parlor where she had left Lady Kirkpatrick. She was not exactly certain what the Lady Kirkpatrick wanted with a potato, but she was waiting to pass judgment on it. She doubted that she had been sent off to retrieve a snack and she imagined it had something to do with this entire affair at hand. [color=ff6600]"'ere yer are. Might I ask what changes yer made?"[/color] she inquired, figuring that it couldn't hurt. Lady Kirkpatrick hadn't shushed her inquisitive mind just yet. She wanted as much information as she could about what was going on, since it concerned Lady Kirkpatrick and that meant that it concerned their deal as far as Maeve was concerned. There was nothing she would not do for her daughter.