Emma felt a tad unnerved as the albeit strikingly handsome male with slightly coppery hair looked her over from head to toe.  She hadn’t had a lot of male attention since she found out she had been cheated on- not that she had wanted it anyway, but to have him blatantly staring at her catching her own green eyes with his blue before she managed to look away, made a nervous shiver catapult down the length of her spine and down her legs causing her body to tremble before she had managed to get it back under control by pulling the cloth he had given her more tightly around her shoulders. Although to him or anyone else that may have been glancing in their direction, it would have just looked like she was shivering from the cold.  But to her, well, it was something else entirely.  Sure she was cold, but to have such a beautiful and strong-<br/><br/><br/>Emma immediately stopped her thoughts there.  She would not get ahead of herself.  She was still mad at the male populus for everything that had happened to her, and therefore, could not entangle herself with the whims of the obvious male leader of this re-enactment, and speaking of re-enactment, they were surely going along well with that charade.  Even he seemed to be acting the part fairly well with the woman who had pulled her from the- what did he call it?- loch? And not to mention, he had yet to drop the charade when she had asked about the hotel in Argyll, and he certainly made no notion to help her call an uber.  Maybe there was something more to this reenactment camp than she thought.  However, before she could ponder on it any further, she heard the man’s sweet baritone voice rush over her and she had to mentally keep her cheeks from reddening as he stared down at her before his eyes were drawn elsewhere.  As soon as his eyes left her, she relaxed a bit drawing in a deep cold breath that made her chest ache before she began stuttering out her response to his question.<br/><br/><br/>“Who is the Earl of Argyll?  I have no idea who that is.  I am just talking of the place I am staying.  Argyll is a city.  You know like London or Paris.  I am staying at a hotel there,” Emma stated waving her arms around as if that would somehow get him to understand.  She was just about to continue with trying to get him to comprehend her and to drop the damned charade when she saw someone else arrive to the scene who seemed to be slightly older and hopefully more knowledgeable than the man who stood before her.<br/><br/><br/>However, before she could get two words in, the man immediately started speaking of her “being too cold” and this not being “the place for conversation.”  While she believed him to be correct in that statement-- because let’s face it, she was extremely cold-- she was trying to tell them that she would be on her way, if they would just point her in the right direction.  But, honestly, it didn’t seem to be going well.  Maybe she should just go along with them.  Maybe if she got behind closed doors so as to not ruin the reenactment for anyone else, then they would help her out.  Still though, wasn’t that a bit like a life lesson 101?  Never follow a stranger anywhere?  After all, her mother had taught her that at a very young age.  Never talk to strangers.  Never go anywhere with strangers.  And if someone made to kidnap her, scream and kick like hell, granted since she had mace, she wouldn’t have to scream and kick like hell very much.  No, just a well timed, well executed spray to the attackers face and they would go down.  So, maybe following them would not be such a bad idea after all.  She could go to the, as he had called it, “great hall” and get warm, then she could find her way home hopefully with their help, and if they tried anything then a little bit of oleoresin capsicum could go a long way.  So, turning her eyes from the man who had given her the warm cloak to the man who had suggested she go somewhere and get warm, she gave a nod of her head and the best smile she could give him through her shakes and shivers.<br/><br/><br/>“T-That is a lovely i-idea,” Emma stated, pulling the cloak closer to her.  She was just about to start walking toward the huge stone building which she surmised to be the “great hall” when she stopped mid stride to yet another newcomer, and this time he was riding a black horse that, to her at least,  vaguely resembled a Clydesdale.  The horse was rather large, and just the sheer greatness of him made her heart beat anxiously in her chest, and she knew that if it continued to do so, she was going to have to go to the hospital.  When the male voice boomed beside her, she jumped before turning to him then back to the male who sat atop the horse.  They vaguely resembled each other and she curiously wondered if they were brothers before her suspicions were confirmed along with how they were going to get back to the stone castle.  Immediately, she spun around to the man standing beside her, her green eyes wide as her head shook side to side nervously.<br/><br/><br/>“Um… Uh.. If you mean to take me back to the castle on that creature, then you have got to be sorely mistaken.  I can not ride him.  I’ve never ridden horseback before, and look at him!  He is huge!  How would I even get onto his back?  No, I.. I think I can walk thanks,” Emma stated and made to walk off in the direction she hoped would lead her to the castle.  No.  Reenactment or not, there was no way in satan’s hell she was getting on the back of that horse.  They’d have to take her kicking and screaming.