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<font size="2]Quin chuckled at that and carefully removed his hat from his head to show respect for the lady. "Aye lass. Only the best of thieves do of course." His grin was cheeky and teeth almost perfect rows of near pearl white. He then felt his mule pushing at his back, edging him closer into the garden if not closer to the lady, but to munch on some dandelions near him. "Och, ya daft Michael....can't ye see i'm talking to the lady? Aye, tis lunch time. Alright!!" With a rather large nod, Quin set his back pack down and then helped remove the heavy satchels from the mules back.
A break, it would seem, while he spoke to the lass.
"Ye know about thieving, then? Are ye the queen of the bandits that terrorize these mountains?" Perhaps his joke was going a bit far, but taking in how he knew he looked and the defiant stance of the lady, the Scot in him couldn't help it. "Tis a mishap lassie. Me mule needed a bite before we continue our travels." Looking behind him once more to the creature, he set his cap on the pile of stuff and walked closer to the window. Keeping a close eye on the area around him in case the ladies guards took offence to him. But also should he need to run away quickly which way to go would be best. Defiantly not to his right and into the maze looking section of garden.
Standing close to the the ladies face and dress, Quin bowed like the gentleman he was. One hand to his chest. His golden yellow hair was wavy and long and unkept from the 2 years he was out on his travels. The gruff beard on his face gave him a look of savagery, but the smile and gentleness of his eyes seemed of putting behind the cracked frames of his spectacles. Clothes were once fine travel wear, now patched and dirty. He could be seen as nothing more than a beggar or a woodsman, but for the family crest on his ring and the stance that showed more dignity most common folk possessed.
"Forgive me lassie. With the coming rain my companion and I are looking for shelter out of the rain. Once the lad is done with your weeds, we'll be going on with our way." he smiled reassuringly, knowing that he no longer could ask to seek shelter in the manor like the original plan. He was bound by his honor to sleep out in the rain with the hopes of not offending anyone else today.
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