The Welsh Countryside, An Inn, Turn of the Century, Afternoon
The foe dispatched and having made sure the barn fire did not spread to the local forest, The League had made their way back to their temporary headquarters in the inn. Rodney had gone for what alcohol was left in the place, and Allan was quietly staring out a window from a chair, gun propped up against his shoulder.
Mina, on the other hand, was writing a letter. A very carefully worded letter.
She was not resigning from the League, oh no. It was really quite the opposite. She'd check on Nathan, eventually. But for now, she wrote a letter.
[ooc: For those what are in Mina's universe right now.]
Mina, on the other hand, was writing a letter. A very carefully worded letter.
She was not resigning from the League, oh no. It was really quite the opposite. She'd check on Nathan, eventually. But for now, she wrote a letter.
[ooc: For those what are in Mina's universe right now.]