[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]

	Millicent had apparently caught sight of the newcomers as well, and William heard her asking after Lady Kirkpatrick. In truth, the thought of the old woman hadn't even crossed William's mind, but that was largely because he struggled to imagine the Lady Kirkpatrick not being 'alright'. In fact, William wouldn't be surprised if she outlived them all. His train of thought was derailed as he glanced across at Millicent. Was it possible that she was more attractive now that she had a sword hanging at her hip? And if she was, what did that say about William? Trying to shake the thought from his head, he turned back to the church doors in time to see the blonde newcomer step forward, clearly recognizing Millicent. Not only that, but she asked after Lord Rutherford, and William felt a chill run down his spine. The man... William stopped himself. He struggled to call Rutherford a 'man', but he didn't have the knowledge to know what to call him instead, so he settled for the simplistic. That 'thing' was still out there somewhere, and William hoped he had seen the last of Lord Rutherford. 

	A rush of movement from the front of the church caught William's attention, and when he turned towards the alter, his jaw dropped. He was riveted in place as he watched the surreal 'Danse Macabre' between a specter, seemingly Death itself, and a shadowy figure that William half recognized as the corpse that still lay at the feet of the Duchess. The ethereal scream seemed to freeze the very blood in William's veins, and it wasn't until the light had faded away that William could bring himself to move, looking around wildly. He caught Millicent's eye, just for an instant, but it didn't look like she had any more idea about what had happened than he did. A voice that William didn't recognise seemed almost thrilled at what they had all just witnessed, but William's every nerve was still on edge. When he heard Millicent gasp, he instinctively followed her gaze upwards. 

	What he saw surprised William, because he didn't see anything. Old rafters crossed the church roof and cast shadows across the roof itself, but as far as William could see, that was it. He frowned as he looked back to Millicent, unsure whether he should question her, only to see that she had gripped the hilt of her newly-acquired sword. The pale woman, 'Virginia', was looking upwards as well, and pulling out a pair of dark axes. William's confusion was only growing, and as he looked around at the others, to see if they had also been swept up in this apparent madness, he was slight reassured. He heard one of the Russian's suggest they leave the church, but the two women still by the doorway seemed to share William's confusion, the Irish woman from earlier demanding to know what was going on, while the blonde reaching for something, presumably a weapon, as she also called for an explanation. William opened his mouth to echo them, but some instinct dragged William's gaze upwards for a second time. Maybe there was something in the shadows... Something he'd missed the first time...

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[b]Character current location:[/b] Gretna Green - Church
[b]Characters attempted actions:[/b] See what is in the rafters that has caught the other's attention
[b]Any and all skills being used:[/b] Perception
[b]Why each skill is being called:[/b] To make an observation
[b]Desired location of the character:[/b] Same as current location
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