[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=39b54a]William Fraser[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://bookesther.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/john-thornton-smile-gif.gif?w=500[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=39b54a][b]Location:[/b][/color] [b]Gretna Green - Church[/b]
[color=39b54a][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [b]Perception[/b] [/center][hr]

	The unusual pair had almost reached the church when a figure burst into William's peripheral vision. He barely managed to move out of the way as the shape moved into the church itself. Although he only got a fleeting glance, the Duchess was a distinctive figure, and not one that William was likely to forget in a hurry. Everything seemed to be coming together, but William had been playing the game for long enough to not let down his defences too early. The haze still clung to the town, and even standing on holy ground hadn't cleared it away. And Rutherford was still out there. Whether the two were related, William didn't know. But he wasn't going to take any chances. 

	Millicent's low voice caught William's attention, and he glanced down at her as she spoke, her own gaze looking after the Duchess. For a moment, he was sure he must have misheard her. A tiger? He glanced after the Duchess himself, not being able to stop himself from double-checking if there was an until-now hidden tiger near her. William had only ever heard about the big cats, he'd never had the chance to see one himself. He made a mental note of the information. Just one more reason to spend time in the company of the Duchess. That list was growing longer by the moment. 

	As Millicent led them inside the church, William followed close behind, and saw that there were others already inside. The flamboyant Russian that they had seen outside was unsurprisingly inside, clutching two knives and wearing a disturbingly wide smile. The Duchess had already rushed to the side of the corpse that William had seen earlier. Another man stood nearby, but it was the other woman that caught William's attention. And he was clearly not alone, Millicent calling out and moving towards 'Virginia', her hand finally slipping from William's as she moved towards the other woman. 

	She stood around the same height as Millicent, and clearly recognized Millicent as she approached, the two warmly greeting each other, although carefully maintaining the proper etiquette, rather than rushing into each others arms. Something about this Virginia intrigued William, and he found himself listening to her as she spoke to Millicent. It didn't take long for him to be glad that he did. Knowing that the Duchess had seen a vision of Millicent in danger, and that this woman had been sent to give assistance, answered some questions, but it inevitably raised still more. For now, William resolved to roll with the punches, and stick with what he did know. Regardless, he still found himself drawn to the stranger. 

	She was willow-thin, light-brown hair hanging just past her shoulders, but it was her eyes that caught William's attention the most. Like pools almost, blue-grey and seeming to promise there was a great depth behind them, even through the haze. They were the kind of eyes that awoke the musician within William, and despite the uncertainty that surrounded him, William's hand, that had been holding Millicent's until a moment before, began to tap a tune against his thigh. The sound of movement at the front of the church finally tore William's attention away, and his hand fell still. The Duchess seemed to be busying herself around the corpse, presumably carrying out whatever ritual she had mentioned earlier. All at once, William found himself somewhat adrift. 

	He was out of his depth with whatever the Duchess was doing, he was in no place to intrude on the two women reuniting, and he didn't know either of the other men within the church. For now, he would stick with his word, and watch their backs. And as far as William was concerned, the greatest threat lay beyond the doors, so it was there he would watch. Keeping his grip tight on the handle of his dirk, he turned to face the churches main doors, slightly squaring his stance as he waited for whatever was to come.