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[img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]Scotland[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] While the butler was waiting for a name so he could announce the new guest, the Lady Kirkpatrick kept working on drying out the carving in the potato. It wasn't the best medium for her to do her work but it would work in the temporary and destroying the evidence was much simpler than casting an actual wax press out of wood or metal. It would work for this. The design was simple enough anyways. Leaning back in her seat she waited for Maeve to return with the wax. When she did she took it and nodded. [color=f7976a]"Very good dear,"[/color] she said as she started to heat up the wax in the candle. 

	It would take a moment before it was ready. [color=f7976a]"When I was young, such things were needed. Much simpler when I was dealing with those of lower classes as their papers were not as complicated. Such a note like this brings me back to those days. Official papers can take such time, such inks, brush strokes. Perhaps,"[/color] she said as she brought the melting stick over and let it drip on the letter before pressing the fresh carved potato into it. Letting it set for a moment before pulling it out. It worked and she grinned. [color=f7976a]"This particular set of skills would be useful for you in the future,"[/color] she said with a slight grin coming to her lips as she picked up a knife and destroyed the make shift emblem. Picking up the original letter she held it over the candle's flame and let it catch on fire before dropping it on her plate, letting it burn to ash. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Gretna Green:[/i][/b][/color] Veta looked around slowly as she sat up carefully, standing up once she was untangled from William and gripping the hilt of her sword. [color=a187be]"Dat was not normal vas it?"[/color] she asked. She hadn't ever been to Scotland, so she had no idea what weather could or could not be present. She didn't think anything about what had happened was normal but she couldn't be sure and at this point, she wasn't ruling anything out. The carriage door flung open and Rutherford stumbled out, holding his head, he had cracked it on the side of the carriage and it was bleeding slowly through his fingers. 

	"What the hell just happened?" he asked looking around, stopping dead in his tracks as he spotted they were now missing the front of the carriage, the driver, and the horses. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the Grand Duchess. "What did you do?" he asked in an accusatory tone. Slowly, Millicent peeked her head out and looked around. Despite the accident, she looked to be intact. Her hair was messed and her clothing ruffled but all in all she looked no worse for the wear. 

	Poor Ludwig, my sweet poor Ludwig. Dieter, the ferret not the brother, crawled out and nudged the side of Ludwigs lifeless cheek with his nose, squeaking slightly. Ludwig didn't move and the little creature tried again. He seemed lost as he looked over at Constantin. A whimpering call coming from his mouth. The little thing had lost his trainer, his friend, the one that took care of him. Ludwig had raised him from a tiny pup, they had been together for nearly seven years so far. Dieter was supposed to die first, not Ludwig. 

	In Gretna Green proper, the horses barreled towards Ny and Virginia. Yes, they needed to get out of the way. While Virginia was standing there, Ny said nothing. He wasn't thinking on the who's or the why's. That would have been out of place right then. As when something is barreling towards you about to trample you to death you don't think of things outside of that. Especially things that were abit above the pay grade of their mind, that was best left to the dice to determine. (Having close to a meta there >.>) Ny, thankfully did something, grabbing Virginia and pulling her out of the way as the carriage remains and the man being drug behind it whooshed past them. (Roll: 19) "When facing danger, act," he said as he started to look around for a way to stop the carriage but nothing was coming to his mind right then.