Arthur Wellesley

*He lowers his aimed flintlock* You? Here after all the true gentlemen deserted their post? *He sits down, holstering his flintlock* Arthur Wellesley. I don't suppose you are taking the nightwatch? *After some conversing* The Westminster Bridge. It's a 10 minute walk normally but with those shambling monsters roaming the streets I don't suppose it'll be more than 15, Albeit they'll blow it in 12. Lucky for you, there's a few men of the Royal Waggon Train downstairs.