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Quin tapped the heel of his shoe against the floor, "We aren't walking on carpet you know, Only the bedrooms are carpeted, everything is either stone or wood with a few rugs thrown in as needed."

"There should be some by the front entrance you can borrow." Quin laughed to himself, "This is fun, loaning out there stuff, I remeber how often they would take mine, for a couple of woman they sure did have a wide taste in clothes."

"I have a few theories on that matter. One, they wanted to wear them, they probably did at least once. Two, seeing how they were rarely returned they either where given to some other fellow or they burned them. Their reason for doing this was either to have a little fun or to keep me up on fasion which I never paid much attention to." Placing his hands on her shoulder he lightly kissed her, "Ready?"

Chanti breathlessly asked for one of the servants to take him, she had used up almost all her strenth and she was heaving due to the corset. Also, she called in the same breath for some sort o skirt, she couldn't stand the feeling of being so naked "He needs rest..."

She knew she was making a fool of herself. Following them, panting, and trying to put the skirt on. But when they made their way up there she pushed through all of them, making some offhand apologies, and went into his room. "What do you need?"

Days, maybe even as much as a week -she really couldn't tell, she was too detached- had passed since that day. Quin had healed some, but by no means could be considered a cured man. Most of the time he'd slept, and Chanti had grown more comfortable to lay beside him. But she never slept, she walked constantly. She was trying to find enemies she had never seen before, it was hours of searching and almost everytime she felt like she had found someone, a stranger on the plane, her body dragged her back to the waking world.

Chanti woke up once more, and once she realized that she said a very modest swear. This time had been better than the others, but not for her condition. The veins on her hands were raised high and purpled, it was most likely the same on her neck and temples from walking so long. No, it was better because this time she thought she had found something. But it made no sense to her. It had been in the form of a female. While women may engage in some casual combat here and must when defensing themselves, she had heard their adversaries described as an army. No woman would be a part of that.