<div class="floatleft">(http://img512.imageshack.us/img512/2610/carriage01.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/6389/carriage02.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>Day 8: Saturday, April 12th</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong>The characters are traveling to Avonleigh Manor, and they have been in carriages for the better part of the morning (about 2 hours now). The entire journey is expected to take approximately 10 hours, including time for rest stops, and a lunch time picnic.<br/><br/>The characters are spread out among various large carriages, which generally have room for 6-10 occupants each. I'll provide the initial seating arrangements, but characters can feel free to move around as it pleases them whenever the procession comes to a halt.<br/><br/>Carriage #1 (Guardsmen & Servants): Marcus Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Aron & Eriq Girard<br/><br/>Carriage #2 (Nobles): Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Katrina Browly, Emily Laroche; a male servant drives the carriage<br/><br/>Carriage #3 (Nobles): Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade; a male servant drives this carriage as well.<br/><br/>Carriage #4 (Servants & a Guard): Marie Archambault, Aimee Lisle, Madie Thomas, and a few other female servants; Louis Blac drives this carriage<br/><br/><strong>Sylria is not in the story yet! *offers Myrleena hugs to hold her over for a tiny bit*</strong><br/><br/>If I forgot anyone, please point it out and I'll stick you somewhere!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Marcus Dupont</strong>, Carriage #1 [Marcus Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Aron & Eriq Girard]<br/><br/>Marcus Dupont eyed the road ahead of them, as the four, laden carriages traveled. It was a fine spring day, perfect for moving two score of souls across the better part of the realm. The mud had dried from most of Dementlieu's roads, and the land was smooth and easy to navigate.<br/><br/>They had left late, however, and he was determined to make up the time. Marcus was nothing if not punctual. He scratched at the white curls of his wig, noting the old Miller Barn up ahead. Then he checked his fine, silver pocket watch. It was a marker for him, and it meant that the crew had gained a few more minutes; they were closer now, to being back on the timetable he had set for them. They would reach Avonleigh just before dark, with time to get their bearings before spending the night in the abandoned manor home.<br/><br/>Up ahead, a fox bolted into a sparse covering of trees, and there was a hawk in the sky up above, searching for mice or small vermin to dive upon. It was a lovely day for traveling, and though Marcus felt disdain at having to chaperon the young Lillian Montague, and her motley assortment of friends, he always enjoyed a journey. He could hear the male servants chattering behind him, able to see and hear much through a small, gilded window at his side and just behind him; it allowed those inside the carriage--in this case the male servant folk--to both see and communicate with the carriage's driver.