<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lord Archibald Greymore<br/><strong>When:</strong>1:35 P.M.<br/><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br/><br/><hr/>Ella's eyes widened as Lord Greymore boasted of manufacturing the little pills himself. It seemed like a handy skill to have for a lord and one she wouldn't have expected. Her hands continued to stroke his arms as she moved a bit closer. "My what a clever man," she whispered. "You have your own laboratory!" Then she added, "you best keep it safe I imagine or others might want  your secrets." When he offered her a small doze of his creation, she smiled and nodded.<br/><br/>So the little lord wanted to drug her, she thought to herself. If he handed her the pill, she would palm it easily. She'd been trained a pickpocket in a world where errors brought the lash. She had deft hands.<br/>