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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Andrew D. Gable" data-source="post: 1531367" data-attributes="member: 4144">The carriage begins clattering along the roads of Loughton towards the King's Arms.  Along the way, Yeats speaks to the assembled group.  "I also wish to telegram the chiefs of the Order tomorrow morning, as well, so I'll mostlike not be accompanying you to Mr. Pellgraine's.  I personally am prepared to extend Arthur an invitation, though... well, I shall have to seek their advice on a matter.  It seems we would not be the first occult order to gain his membership.  Did you see that ring of his?  A Dionysian, no less!  I can also send telegrams for any of you, should you have need of any sent?"  He pauses, and looks out the window of Trevor's carriage at the streets, given an amber glow by the gaslight.  After a few moments, the carriage pulls alongside a curb.  "Ahh, here are the Arms.  Just a moment."  He checks in with the night manager and heads up towards his rooms.  "So, what are your opinions on Arthur's... situation?" he asks as he unlocks the door to the suite.*****Meanwhile, at Pellgraine Manor, Rachel brings a few pillows and candles down from upstairs.  She casts an eye at the books and papers on the table.  "I must be going to bed, now, as well.  Good night, sirs," she says, giving Pastor Miller and Aiolos Shaw a brief curtsey before leaving.</blockquote>