Frances Warwick
Location: The Glimmeric;
At the butcher shop, Big Bernie stands towering next to the stall waiting for the boy preparing the cuts for the madame, his gentle eyes resting at Thomas expressionlessly. Most of the time nobody really knows what goes on inside his head, and is just easier for others to regard him as simpleminded. Although there is some bliss in seeing things so simple and bare, with all that complications of politics and the suffering it brings. Bernie always sees things that way, what does he care about the statuses of people who come in and out of the brothel, if this person owns half of Scotland or the whole of Britain or if he would lie dead on the street the very next day. Though he knows much to bury them properly before it starts rotting, just like any dead animal. Bernie only does best in what he is told to do. And commonly, if that same lord were to put harm on the people he work for, it's his job to lug them out the building. Told to or otherwise, nobody hurts the little people if he was on watch.
Back at the brothel, Ruby still couldnt shake the nervous feeling at the madame's possible conjecture. "Right" she broke the short silence between them "Say, if some savage demon's prancin' around in front of our streets this very moment, and we're just not realizing it. You don't suppose it's wise to close our doors for this evening?"
Frances took some thought into it, her fingers rubbing the skin of her elbow. From a business perspective she would want to take the risk, but at the same time it was not in her best interest to have these girls be the bait for whoever's doing this. Money was important, but not as much as these girls safety. But if they're only dealing with one person as opposed to a group of attackers, still, she couldn't help but be torn with the decision. This has to be fixed in some way, and as soon as possible. Waiting around would do them little.
The madame took one more look at the Sarah Anne from the other room, "I agree." and turned back to Ruby "But then again when it comes to the business, disregarding the problem would be very much against my nature. So I suppose we should have this over with before it poses further inconvenience to us." she spoke nonchalantly, pacing towards her chambers as Ruby tries to catch up behind her. She somewhat got an idea of where the madame is going with, and this made her raise a brow.
"You talkin about using some of that Caribbean magic on the lord, aint ya?" Not a lot of people know of Frances skills, so much as her past except for Ruby, who was nosy enough to pry her about it. Frances wouldn't even think that she would make use of it again until now. Definitely it would have been a while.
"Probably. If it keeps from another body from being afflicted, or spreading." Frances went over to her table, under the locked drawers are a bunch of materials and tools specifically used for the soulless, opening a case which consisted of unidentified herbs, tiny bottles of ashes and ground bones. Ruby watched as the madame expertly distincts them from one and the other. "And hopefully it would get us to the bottom of this before things take a bad turn."
