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<font size="2]The weather had started off nice. Warm sunny day, a light cool breeze and nothing that would show any signs of rain. A large camp back pack on his back and a mule for other such supplies as his only companion could be seen as far to excessive for a man of science. But he was not a scientist simply of beakers and liquid experiments. More the super natural and alchemy type. He had proof of such things, his mule once was a human. The professors guide in these mountains. But a mistake in the forest camp of a gypsy and her people turned the man into the creature he is now. Or so that was what Quintin E. Bennet was told when he woke the next day and found his companion missing.
Being who he was, what he believed in, it was no hardship to find the reality in something so unrealistic.
It was about the time the clouds rolled in and a light rain began to fall that the manor came into view. That is, a well worn and obvious path that lead into a small view of a large estate. Quin looked to his mule companion and shrugged. It was better than sleeping outside in the rain again, but it also would mean more people. The less to be around with the better. These English did not like the idea of an educated Scotsman, so hiding from them in their forests was an easy thing. Much like Robin Hood, except less stealing.
"Well lad, best be off to the manor. A soft bed for one night might be good for us, eh?" Quin patted the mule on the back and walked ahead, up the path and closer to the manor. His mule following behind him.
The path did not lead immediately to the front door. It seemed to veer off at a fork in which lead to the side of the manor. Quin followed along, his nose in a journal he kept musing over his latest thoughts when a very loud woman's voice reached his ears. Pausing a moment to gather his surroundings, he found he was in a garden. Lush flowers, tall bushes and a few well places trees kept him out of sight of the woman at a window, exasperated about what it was she was screaming about.
Perhaps it was something of a lovers quarrel with her husband. Or her father. Most woman of her age - guessing late 20's - were wed off to someone of about to be. And with a face such as hers, a figure most men dream about, she was bound to some man in one way to be sure.
It was at the 5-minute mark that Quin felt very much a peeping tom. To make himself known would possibly disastrous, or it could be entertaining. Still, he could not leave the lady as she was in such a state of turmoil. "Och, yer lungs are very strong lassie...."
Stepping out from under the shadow of the tree, Quin closed his hands over the book he held and gave a bow to the lady in the window.
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