[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]N/A[/b] [/center][hr]

	The more flamboyant of the Russian's hurried to do the bidding of the Duchess, carrying the corpse to the alter of the church, and William frowned slightly. The Duchess seemed to have assumed the closest thing to the role of a de facto leader for the strange group, and William was hardly about to get in her way. As it stood, at least from his albeit limited perspective, William was the only unknown in the room. The Russians owed apparent allegiance to the Duchess, and Millicent and 'Virginia' were clearly close friends, both seeming to also have some bond with the Duchess. Granted, there was another man who William didn't know, but judging by the way that William overheard him talking to the Duchess, he wielded some authority in his own right. So that left William. His priorities were more convoluted. Survive whatever this unholy haze was, and do what he could to protect Millicent, in that order. And from what he could see, the best chance of fulfilling both of those priorities was staying inside this church. 

	William took his eyes off the doors of the church for a moment as the flamboyant Russian laid a 'wedding present' at Millicent's feet. It was the first time that William had even thought of the wedding since everything had taken such a dramatic turn. It was the reason that he was even in Gretna Green, but the chance of it happening, and therefore the chance of William getting paid, had plummeted. For now, William would settle with getting out of this town in one piece. Something that had been sitting at the back of William's mind, just in the periphery of his vision, pushed itself to the foreground, and demanded his attention. There was a smell of fire in the air. From where he was standing, he couldn't see anything burning, or even any smoke, but he couldn't deny that the smell of fire still hung there. Was this another side effect of whatever was causing the infernal haze, or was it something even darker? 

	The doors of the church swung open again, and William's heart leapt into his mouth, readying himself to fight whatever came through, the scent of fire all but forgotten. What stepped through was a vision made flesh. The woman was stunning, golden hair framing an angelic face. William's arm dropped to his side, and he could only watch in awe. Between Millicent, 'Virginia' and this newcomer, William had never seen so much beauty in one room, let alone in a church. He struggled to tear his gaze away, but when he did, he was surprised to see the female companion of Lady Kirkpatrick from earlier. He hadn't expected to see the woman again, least of all here, and yet here she was, gesturing the newcomer towards Millicent. This was only getting stranger, and as William glanced around, he had a feeling it was only going to continue.