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It was a rather dreary morning,  dark gray clouds littering the sky and promising a forecast of rain later on in the evening. A chilling wind whipped through the fields outside jarring the carriage as it wobbled along the dirt path, it's occupants stretched out lazily upon it's soft seats. They had been traveling for quite some time now. Each baring the burden of this week's latest adventures in the form of a few bruises and minors cuts. It would be some time before they arrived back in London, some time before he departed from the frustrating dark haired man who was softly snoring just opposite of him and returned to the warm and awaiting ar