<br/><strong> Cooper has tea with milk</strong><br/><br/>The two women were more than obviously upset at the death of the ‘dog’ but later they would howl and the hose would be aware of their displeasure in their songs. However now was not the time to show their rage, now was the time for planning and understanding, to find links in the darkness that was there. However much rage they felt this man would not suffer at their hands.<br/><br/>Cooper briefly felt the same sensation that the major had felt when he was close to the dark man. Was there something predatory about her? Surely not…<br/><br/>He was able to busy the beast and then was invited into the cottage. It was small yes, but there was she smell of home cooking and beer. Possibly even wine and mead brewing. The older woman was folding clothes and the younger was pouring tea out into a cup.<br/><br/>“So do tell…” she smiled leaning over a little so that Cooper might get a delightful view. “Whats goin’ on with them odd folk up at the big ‘ouse. Mam used to work there didn’t you mam… The large woman nodded and shook her head. “All was fine till the Lady got ill and the gyspy lad disappeared…”<br/>