[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/dQB5Cgpg/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Gretna Green - Church
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: History (Crypt Family), Deduction [/center][hr]	Virginia was not phased by the Great Bazhooli's subtle implication that he would use his knives to ensure that Elizaveta could go about her work. Her entire family was filled with morose and macabre eccentrics, so his antics really were more or less seen as normal to her. Ny thankfully knew the faith that Ludwig practiced - well, more of didn't practice and Virginia nodded. [color=#9999ff]"Then perhaps we can find a book to bury with him,"[/color] Virginia suggested. She didn't know if Ludwig would have wanted that, but it seemed right. [color=#9999ff]"Or - as lovely as it is and I would not wish to part with it - perhaps the journal you gifted me? So he might record the knowledge he gains in the next realm?"[/color] She hoped that Ny didn't take offense to her suggestion to bury the journal he had given her with the corpse. She loved the gift he had given her, but perhaps Ludwig's soul could make more use of it and it might be appropriate for his burial rites. Elizaveta came through the Church and hurried to Ludwig with apparent urgency, which Virginia could appreciate. While she did not share the Grand Duchess' faith, she could appreciate that her training and skills allowed to prevent the transformation into the Soulless. 

	She couldn't fathom what was going on with the haze, even reflecting back upon her family's history and legends. However, it was perhaps a good thing she couldn't get much headway, as her name was called out and she turned her head. She set her eyes on Millicent for the first time in what felt like a century. She smiled, happy to see that her dear friend was alive and well - that wasn't the case for most of Virginia's friends these past few days. [color=#9999ff]"Millicent,"[/color] she responded. [color=#9999ff]"Might I embrace you?"[/color] she asked, noticing that Millicent was clutching her weapon tightly. It also was just a matter of simple respect and courtesy. She didn't wish to force a hug on her friend.

	[color=#9999ff]"The Grand Duchess had a vision that you would be in danger and need our assistance here,"[/color] Virginia explained to Millicent, giving her the short summary of how they had ended up here. [color=#9999ff]"Are you well? Do I need to slay anyone for my dear friend's sake?"[/color] she asked, concerned. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RFvcVZSh/tumblr-okus4b-RDQz1w3nwrko4-250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Outskirts of Gretna Green - in the Carriage 
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A [/center][hr]	Maeve raised a slight eyebrow as Colette told a brief portion of her tale. [color=ff6600]"Pirates? Nigh, dat sounds like a tale for de ages,"[/color] she told her, curious to know more about this. She wondered why the pirates had helped them. From what she had heard, those sorts were pretty much like any criminals and only served their own inherent self interest - Maeve would know, she was one of those criminals. Had Colette and her friend bribed them for safe passage? She had to imagine some sort of deal was struck, but they didn't have the time to discuss it. The carriage driver had finally finished clearing aside the blockage and they eventually reached the outskirts of Gretna Green.

	She considered for a moment his question. [color=ff6600]"De nearest Church, please,"[/color] Maeve requested. It seemed like a sensible location for Millicent and her fiancé to travel to. If they were planning to get wed or just were going to partake in some sort of confession or religious rite along the way, then the Church would be an ideal location for them to stop at. And if they weren't there, well, they would just have to come up with another idea as to where the two lovebirds had gone. Hopefully Colette would have some sort of notion, as Maeve's mind had only produced the Church as a starting point and hadn't come up with any other ideas.