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Quinn, as he held the door to the Spotted Calf open, heard the exchange in fact it was the Mohammadian accent that drew his attention away from the beggar he held the door for and toward the woman carrying a bowl of some meal. Her face exposed, the hajib had been removed, quickly casting his eyes down and away from her, Quinn’s mind began racing. The scent he smelled in the King’s large hall was clearly from this woman. A woman and from the glimpse he had of her face, a quite beautiful one, but why here? Stepping away from the door so she could pass, he chanced a quick glance again, she seemed angry. Judging by the aba’a that she wore she was from a family of some worth. Exhaling softly as he watched her a moment longer before he turned his attention to the man coming after her.

A man of some bearing, clearly he was a knight, but of what moral compass? Placing his hand on the beggar a moment he said softly, “A Lord comes allow him room to pass.” Giving him more room to exit out the door, Quinn studied the knight quickly. Battered and worn chain, he had seen battle at some point. The smell of sweat and musk told him that he had been riding a good amount of time this day. What connection did this man have with the King and why did he have a Mohammadian woman with him? As he averted his eyes he studied the surcoat, the colors and blazon were ones he was unfamiliar with. A grim smile graced his lips, clearly there was much more going on here than first perceived. Allowing his eyes to flick to where the woman had turned a corner, he narrowed them a moment. Someone would come looking for her; to have a woman of such beauty and probable stature be taken could only lead to bad tidings. Had she been taken against her will? Did she have a suitor? What of her extended family? Such a thing could not be allowed to pass; it would be an affront to her honor. To be taken by Christians.

Still holding the door open Quinn glanced at the beggar, and what of this man? Was this the Hood? What did he think of the events that had transpired? “A woman from the Holy Lands, a Mohammadian at that, certes an unusual happenstance, wouldn’t you say?”