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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] The Lady Kirkpatrick looks over towards Maeve as the girl is introduced and speaks. She nods slightly towards her before looking back towards Collette. [color=f7976a]"Yes, you have come to the correct house but I do have to wonder what message could be so important to send a woman alone into the lands of Scotland from France,"[/color] she said as she sat there, resting her hand on her cane. It was a play it by ear scenario right then, as many were. Right then she needed Maeve to play the servant that she was supposed to be. To listen and watch and be there if needed. Picking up the letter the Lady Kirkpatrick already had before her, the wax now cooled. [color=f7976a]"I am having a letter delivered for the Lord Rutherford's fiance post haste, do you have one that needs to be taken to him?"[/color] she asked. [color=f7976a]"We could include your own should you have one with the post."[/color]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Gretna Green:[/i][/b][/color] On entering Gretna Green from the North, the four from the broken carriage are finding it difficult to follow the path the rest of their carriage had taken through town. The place is in chaos and the wake of destruction that the horses and body they were dragging is making it hard to move. It is best to walk the long way around. Veta leads Millicent around south and towards the west, hoping to find some sort of way back to the main area of town. Rutherford is dragging feet far behind the group. 

	Over on the west end of town, the Russian Duo have to slow their pace as people are leaving the center of town and trying to get away from whatever chaos is going on. Taking their horses from a steady pace to a near stop. Dieter, the ferret not the brother, is staying with his lifeless keeper, curled up against the body and still trying to nudge him from time to time. Vlad will notice out of the corner of his eyes two women coming towards them. One with dark hair looking a bit confused and ruffled, her hair frizzing as she walks with her head down. The other is a champagne blonde woman with sharp features and a distinct air about her as she walks with her head held high. Dressed scantily for some but nothing out of the ordinary for the circus. Silks wrapped over her body to cover her chest and flowing from her waist in a make shift gypsy like skirt. She has blood and dirt on her and looks to have seen battle. The way she walks is almost motionless as she glides over the ground in her bare feet. 

	Stopping as her bright eyes see the two men on horseback above the crowd. There is a look of relief on her royal features. [color=a187be]"Dyadya Vlad! Constantin!"[/color] she called out to them in a song like voice that carried, raising a single hand as she kept hold of Millicent. Millicent looking up slowly, she recognized the men from Almack's. They had come in with the Grand Duchess. Rutherford slowly came up behind them, still holding his head and grumbling something about fucking Russians under his breath. 

	Over in the main part of town Ny took one end of the rope and nodded. "Yes, brilliant, very brilliant idea, what a light in your mind," he said as he went to secure it Virginia taking care of the other end. The horses didn't stop on their own but the rope stopped them. They got caught in it, dust kicking up from the pillars as they threatened to give under the force and weight but they didn't Sadly the horses would not survive this but it stopped them from taking anymore lives. The ropes broke finally and once the tumbling and falling and cracking of bones came to a stop, there was a pile of ropes, horses and a body slung into the pile due to the velocity. Stepping forward slowly, Ny looked at the pile. "Oh shame but well done Lady Crypt, reminds me of an art piece I once saw hanging in ruins back in the Carpathians," he said with a slight chuckle.