<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vic_avi.png)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Henshaw Library<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lily Carnegy<br/><strong>When:</strong>After 4pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>enthralled<br/><hr/><br/>“France not ready for a beautiful woman? I find that hard to believe.” Vic replied as he took a drink from his glass, but left it at that. “I am quite a brave man, I once traveled to The African Planes to hunt an elephant with a man of ill repute, but we did catch the beast.”<br/><br/>Vic leaned back in his chair, he found the chit chat to me intoxicating, he could tell the woman was suspicious of his words, she was smart to be, but there was something about her that—that—reminded him of talks he had with Lady Stuart when they first became acquainted. He should go back to her, but his mind waved it free, she was safely locked away and he hadn't been away that long, a few moments really.<br/><br/>“So how did your father come to be in the railroad business? I don't believe for all our talks, he as ever told me.”<br/>