“Well, thank ye’.”
He absorbed their accents once more, grinning at the unfamiliar dips and concentration on vowels, idly wondering what they were doing in such a place on such an overcast afternoon. A pleasant day by Scottish standards, although he heard most visitors constantly complain about their poor weather.
The only reason he had ventured to the harbor, a rather dirty and smelly locale, was the visit an old bookshop in search of an interesting read for his youngest sister’s upcoming birthday. Why business could such lovely lassies have in a place men, still drunk and irritable from the night before, chose to collapse and cat call anything with breasts that happened to walk by.
Unless, of course, they were for hire or of ill repute. The young lord gave the triad another generous once over. They seemed far too well spoken and clean to live up to either title.
“Jus’ running an errand.”
He often did. Mostly for his mother. There were literally five dozen other individuals who could have gone in his place, those whose actual job was to wait on the head families every whim hand and foot, but he relished any opportunity to get out of the confines of the grounds.
“Wha’ brings ye’ three t’ our shores?”
“Change of enviroment.” Desiree said lightly. They had spend a weekend in Calais and had fallen asleep on a ship after sharing a few bottles of wine with a handful of sailors - the next thing they knew when they woke up their next stop was Scotland.
“Anyzeeng you reccommand to see around ‘ere?” Fleur asked.