"I do not have time for you today, wretch. Stay out of my way." He looked about, trying to find an easy means of escape. She'd catch him on a dead run. It was then he spotted the hanging sign above the smoky glass panes of the building next to him. Curtains were drawn to obscure those that lay within. The creak of the sign on its unoiled hinges, it bore the image of a mare lazily fishing in a stream. He now knew exactly where he was.