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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] The Lady Kirkpatrick looked over Colette and her brow quirked ever so slightly at the mention of Millicent. So was she here to talk to Rutherford or Millicent? That could be the changing tide in all of this. Rutherford came off as someone she wouldn't help for a kings ransom but Millicent, while none of her concern really seemed to have a part to play and perhaps unwillingly so, or perhaps willingly so but for certain reasons. Setting down her tea cup she took a long breath before she spoke. Directly, and to the point. 

	[color=f7976a]"The Lord Rutherford can take a short walk off a long pier as far as I am concerned Lady de La Fontaine but if you are here for Miss Wyndham, then perhaps I can assist you. That would depend though. It seems you will not let us take a letter nor will you tell us why but do, please give me a reason that I should assist you with this, otherwise we may be a cross roads,"[/color] she said as she spoke plainly before casting a glance towards Maeve. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Gretna Green:[/i][/b][/color] Millicent looked at the two coming towards them a bit oddly. She had seen them before, at Almack's when the attack happened. [color=0072bc]"Are those?"[/color] she began to say but then she stopped, leaving the full question hanging in the air as she was not exactly sure how to word what was she was trying to say right then. Where they the woman's guards? Companions? Subjects? She wasn't exactly sure just what the woman helping her down the road was, the Russians were very cut off from the rest of the world and she hadn't ever seen one much less talked to one until Almack's. Even then she didn't, only seeing them in passing at one point. 

	Rutherford grumbled. "The goddamn circus," he muttered as he kept walking. Not really want to be dealing with any of them right then. He just wanted to get married and be done with all this. 

	Veta turned and glared at Rutherford. [color=a187be]"That is blasphemy and you vould do vise not to utter such vords in my presence,"[/color] she warned. Rutherford's glared hardened but Veta paid him no mind as she turned and kept leaning Millicent over until the two groups joined as one. [color=a187be]"Great Bazhooli, Constantin, vhat brings you here?"[/color] she asked quickly before stopping and gasping as she laid eyes on the dead Ludwig. [color=a187be]"Oh no, vhat has happened to sweet Master Zimmer?"[/color] she asked as she let go of Millicent and walked over to the body. Running her fingers through his hair before snapping her head around. [color=a187be]"Vas it Soulless? If so I must perform the Ostanavlivat'sya most quickly."[/color]