[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]	Virginia's eyes widened slightly, spotting the horses barreling towards them, dragging a man behind them that she took to be the carriage driver. If he was still alive, he was doing an excellent impression of a corpse - though it was really too hard for her to tell. And while Virginia lacked experience with riding horses, she was not ignorant by any means. Those horses would not slow down and were more liable to trample them in their path. Without pausing to ask Ny if he needed assistance, Virginia took a strong hold of her traveling companion's arm. [color=#9999ff]"We need to get out of the way - or we will be sent on our next adventure earlier than anticipated,"[/color] she told him calmly, before she began to assist Ny in getting out of the warpath, so to speak. 

	At the very least, she was certain that the carriage driver being pulled to an early grave was not her and Ny's. She had to wonder who exactly else would have been traveling to Gretna Green. To her knowledge, no one else had been in pursuit of Millicent and her betrothed. Now, while it was possible that the carriage was being used by Millicent, Virginia was not banking on that being the case. It was all too possible for it to be a carriage of another couple wishing to go get married at the Green, or perhaps someone coming to the Green for another purpose. [color=#9999ff]"...Perhaps the driver was bringing dear Millicent here,"[/color] Virginia mused. She also considered the possibility that it might have been someone in pursuit of the Grand Duchess, given that she was more or less going to rule a country and she had slipped off under the cover of darkness. [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 be impressed. She had imagined that it would be a more significant alteration to the original letter, especially since Lady Kirkpatrick had recopied it onto a fresh page and was going through all of this trouble. But given that Maeve could neither read nor write, she had no idea if the original letter had enough room for that addition - or perhaps Lady Kirkpatrick wanted the forgery to be thorough and complete, as to avoid a subtle change in style during it? She did know that everyone had a unique hand when it came to writing - she didn't need to be able to read to have heard some of her family members in the gang discuss that. [color=ff6600]"Aye, m'lady,"[/color] Maeve responded, leaving the parlor once more and heading into the study. It was fortunate that she had already found most of these things with Millicent, allowing her to expedite the process for Lady Kirkpatrick some. 

	Fetching the wax, she went back into the study and presented the wax to Lady Kirkpatrick. It now was becoming clear to her just exactly why she had needed the potato. It was something that Lady Kirkpatrick could manipulate in order to fashion an identical seal and close the letter - something needed in order to allow the letter to pass as genuine. Although Maeve did not often (read: practically never) interact with members of the peerage, she felt a certain kinship with Lady Kirkpatrick. Her methods was inspiring and awesome. [color=ff6600]"'ere ya are - the wax,"[/color] she said.