<strong>"Your land is it? I'll see you produce the deed. Ye can accompany me around as much as ye like too,"</strong>She smirked, idly listening as he talked about his clothes. A tailor? Hopefully she hadn't just picked up some eccentric millionaire of the street... Or perhaps not, that might be quite an adventure. His sudden halting did frazzle her a bit though. The woman frowned as she tilted her head to see what had caught his interest.<br/><br/><strong>"There be no magic there! Just more lightning and tiny bits of glass. That I fear you'll have to read about in a book. I don't know the specifics,"</strong>She did laugh softly at his interpretation though,<strong> "Hey now, there hasn't been a lord in these hills for quite some time. Jesters aplenty, lords? No..."</strong>For a moment the woman waited, to let him get his fill, but if he sought to persist she'd grow weary,<strong>"Come on lad, t'will be morn by the time we get home,"</strong><br/><br/>Should he let them continue, they'd soon find their way own the long dark road, and as they did the shops would vanish and give way to houses, each quite large and given a generous amount of space for their fencing. Whilst most were quite beautiful and modern, one stood out from the others as being rather old; impressively so to be true. It was here, that the woman stopped.<br/><br/><strong>"Home sweet home lad. Come inside a spell whilst I find out what to do with ye?"</strong>The entryway was swept, and the entrance maintained. It seemed lived in, if a little old and cold. There were however, a few more immediately apparent doors which had not been opened for many a month, if that. The lord Kinnard very well might recognize this home, though it had been remodeled numerous times since his life here.