[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 Duchess took the offered flask gratefully, and took several long drinks from it. He smiled slightly in response to her thanks, glad that he was finally able to contribute to this group, following his failure at landing a blow against the creature. Those who had had more luck had already turned their thoughts to the source of the creature, and William listened quietly as the conversation flowed around him. Despite the undoubtedly formidable experience of the assorted members of the unusual group, no-one seemed to have encountered anything like the creature before. The Irish woman suggested that it might have been linked to the corpse still sprawled across the alter, perhaps even an embodiment of his soul. The very thought sent a shiver up William's spine. He had never known "Ludwig" in life, but could such a creature be born from anyone's soul? It might have just been speculation, but the idea seemed to cling to William's thoughts. 

	He had faced the creatures that lurked in the shadows, he had learnt first hand that the things that go bump in the night were sometimes all too real. Ryne, Hraew and even Cargast, those he understood, or at least as much as anyone could. But the creature they had just faced? That was something different, and all at once, the hushed stories of the monsters that lurked in the far-flung corners of the known world started to seem a little more believable. Realising that the conversation had moved on, William glanced around at the Duchess as she spoke again. The white-haired man had also come closer to the alter, and was seemingly fascinated by the whole affair, scribbling in a notebook as he talked, seemingly to himself. The promise from the Duchess that whatever they had just faced was unrelated to the corpse upon the alter did little to reassure William. She was right that the haze still clung to everything, although by now William barely noticed it, and whatever Rutherford was, he was still out there somewhere as well. 

	For now though, the group didn't seem to be in any rush to leave the supposed sanctuary of the church, and while they lingered, he may be able to be of some help. Satisfied that the battle was over, for now, he slid his kopis home in the sheath across his back, and then turned to glance between the various members of the party. Although Millicent seemed only slightly phased by her brush with the creature, and the two Russian men seemed to be remaining stoic, William could not know if any of them were simply hiding their pain, or in fact if any other member of the group had been injured in the chaotic fight. There was only one way to find out...

	[color=39b54a][b]"If anyone is in need of any medical attention, I believe I could be of some assistance."[/b][/color]