<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/2-days-in-the-valley_zps1596f5e0.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Lady Elisabeth Boyle</span></span><br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra Town Hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>The gathered citizens of the town<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Elisabeth's green eyes widen as she hears the 'Society's' motto spoken in no less in an accent she hadn't heard since her uncle had that ghastly problem with Scotland Yard back in '65... no it was '67 she mused. Nodding to Mr. Sloane she turned to the tall thin man that had walked up. She had heard there was another from England in town but had not yet run across them. After all she was the town' apothecary and everyone that had an ache or chill or fever came to her or was sent by one of the doc's. So she heard a great deal about the going ons around town and that included that another "English' had arrived.<br/><br/>Her vivid green eyes looked the man up and down and her red lips curved in a smile. When she spoke her English accent had softened a bit with a hint of the far east and of the Americas added in, "What a pleasure to hear the old Motto spoke, sir it has been a long time I last heard it said correctly by someone other then myself."<br/><br/>She nods in thanks as she steps up to offer her hand. "I am Lady Elisabeth Boyle, and I am pleased to meet you"