[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s1.postimg.cc/sp47nw1mn/virginia3.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Nottingham
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: Deduction[/center][hr]	Virginia nodded, feeling a bit of excitement and horror mix together in her mind. It was always a riveting sensation - the feeling of her hand standing up on her arms ever so slightly, her mind racing forward with anticipation. The Soulless attack appeared to have a connection to the events at Almack's and although Mary appeared to have no further questions, Virginia's curiosity was heightened. [color=#9999ff]"Do you know of those who were also expected to attend the event at Lord Eagerton's?"[/color] she inquired. As Mary indicated, Manchester was along the route to Gretna Green. She could not help but wonder if perhaps Lord Rutherford had made a stop at an event of the Season, rather than race on towards the Green. 

	After all, what reason would he have to expect he and Millicent were pursued? Millicent's family was in tatters, her father likely dead, and any skills of the classic path with prophetic designs were rather tricky to pull off and time consuming. The odds of someone chasing after Millicent, in the mind of such a man, had to be slim. He seemed to be the type to enjoy the events of the Season as well - and by that, Virginia more or less meant that he was a normal. All of them enjoyed the trivial parties, void of Mamushkas and rousing games of Wake the Dead. It was nothing in comparison to the raging celebrations the Crypts hosted. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/75c688c44bc5b1b3ef54bf3081a0f05c/tumblr_omdy05ZJXh1w3nwrko1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Inn in Annan 
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: Deception [/center][hr]	Maeve listened to Lady Kirkpatrick, unable to help but smile slightly. The woman had confidence and spunk - something that Maeve couldn't help but admire. She had never had a strong female role model in her life. Her mother hadn't ever been someone that Maeve felt close to, and once her mother had fallen ill, she became just another obligation Maeve had to attend to. Her sister-in-law, Mary-Clare, was probably the only woman in her life that was willing to fend for herself. Once the girl came for Maeve's order, Maeve gave her her order - nothing too fancy, but enough to be filling. 

	However, Maeve had to hold her tongue as Lady Kirkpatrick told her what her obstacle was - that she had to want things for herself before she could get it for others. It wasn't like Maeve could come out and talk about her membership in a formidable Irish gang - or that no matter what, she'd always put her daughter's needs before her own. She would starve herself for Roisin, take a bullet for Roisin, drown for her - whatever it took for her daughter. If she could give Roisin her life so that way she could hear, she'd do it without question. [color=ff6600]"The ones yer sponsor?"[/color] Maeve asked, intrigued. 

	She couldn't help but be curious - especially of an opportunity. She didn't know what sponsorship entailed, but maybe Lady Kirkpatrick would sponsor her daughter. She'd gladly turn on the clan that hired her, just to give Roisin the chance of a proper and decent life. She ultimately didn't care who gave her the money she needed to get Roisin to a school for the deaf in France, as long as her daughter got there.