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	Okay - we only have 2 areas now - Things have just got interesting. Talk to LLA. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] The Lady Kirkpatrick looked over towards Maeve and took the potato. Picking up a knife from the table she started cutting it all while looking at the seal that had been used to keep the original letter closed. [color=f7976a]"Any information she is sending for is to be sent directly to me,"[/color] she said with a grin on her lips as she carved and cut and chipped away at the potato. Once she was done, she pressed it against a napkin to dry away any moisture from it. [color=f7976a]"Can you fetch the same wax that Miss Wyndham used from the study?"[/color] she asked. It would be right there on the desk where she had left it. Apparently the Lady Kirkpatrick was making a temporary press to recreate the seal that had been used. The woman might have been old but seemed she had some skills. 

	Outside the Butler lead Colette back to the stables so they could tie her mare off. "It is nothing, you are far more personable than other guests I have had to receive," he said before motioning back towards the front of the house. "She is an experience. Be forthright and to the point and ya shouldn't have any issues with the Lady of the House," he said as he went to the door and opened it. "Your name miss? So that I may announce you."

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Gretna Green:[/i][/b][/color] My heart.... My poor heart. Before we get Gretna Green fully, let's look outside of the small town. Just a mile off. One can see it in the distance. A dark rush of cloud from out of nowhere pushes through like a tornado and spooks the horses that Vlad and Constantin are riding. They are able to recover them beautifully and the wind is gone just as quickly as it came. The thing is, our smallest passenger wasn't so lucky. Deep in the bag, Dieter, the ferret, not the brother lays there trying to lick the face of his owner, his trainer, his father so to speak. Little Ludwig... Oh his wings could not handle the jostling, my poor crazed little man... He lays broken. A raspy slow breath, until he draws his last. Dieter, the ferret, not the brother, had half a second to jump out of the bag as the magic of his training left him as well. Ripping the bag open as his lifeless body fell to the ground. Rest in sweet dreams my Ludwig... LLA struck hard but left your Dieter, the ferret not the brother, behind. Join your brother. (FUCK!!!!!!!!!) Vlad is the first to notice this going own. Give me a minute. I need to go scream....

	Okay, back. Now, a carriage is pulling into Gretna Green from another road. The Grand Duchess is sitting on top and looking around. She turns and looks over at William. [color=a187be]"Da, yes, that vould be vonderful,"[/color] she said in a sweet voice. The wind that just hit the Russians (Vlad and Constantin)? Well it seems to be targeting the other Russian (Veta). It tears through the carriage, spooking the horses and causing them to buck and break free from the carriage. Taking the driver with them! He hits the ground, and is sped off with them! The carriage comes to an abrupt halt and Veta flies forward, crashing into William but catching herself and him before causing them both to fall off. [color=a187be]"Vhat in the vorld?"[/color] she asks to no one in particular as she grips William and the winds tear off, leaving as quickly as they came. Inside the carriage you can hear Rutherford cussing but he hasn't gotten out yet. 

	Now, actually in Gretna Green - Nothing is happening. Apparently LLA has done her wrath for now and leaves both Virginia and Ny perfectly alone and whatever the fuck that wind was doesn't even come to them. They don't know it was even around. Everything in the village is calm and quiet. Okay, well not everything. Just as Ny is about to answer her, about three minutes after the whole shit show went down with William and Veta - that part of the carriage that tore off with the driver and the horses - well it comes speeding through town towards them. The driver is caught by his wrists and seems either dead or unconscious, hard to tell. The horses are not slowing their pace. 

	I'm fucking done this round. I can't handle anymore rolls right now!