Fyfe's perception of time was a bit hazy. He had spent a few minuets walking around that cottage, trying to interpret if anyone was there. But to him, it was hours, days, months, years. Ages. How could he tell, there was no clock aroind him, or sundial for that matter. "Hello? Please, somebody answer me!" He knew that nobody was home, but he thought somebody might be around the area. Maybe even Lord Lockley and the others. "Lockley? Campbell? Brochurst? Anyone?" He called into the trees of the vast forest. His muddy cloak was slung over his shoulder, revealing a light blue frock coat, perfectly unsuitable for the woods. His hand brushed over his forehead, knocking his cocked hat backwards a small bit, the tip was touching his heavy cloak.

"Ach, damn these blasted woods! Can't a man find any help? Dammy, I swear I'll find a way out, or my name isn't Lord Fyfe Duncan Munro the second!" He muttered under his breath. Old Aldebiert Munro was only Fyfe's uncle, but he had no children of his own, Fyfe was his only legacy. He studied the cottage with some detail, and concluded that there were no living inhabitants of this cottage, clearly. It was unfit for a human being to live in. Unless there were supernatural creatures in the woods, nobody could live here. And supernatural creatures were just the stuff of legends, make-belive, bedtime stories to scare the children. Weren't they? Ah, well. He noticed the door was open. Peculiar. An abandoned house with opened doors? Even ancient civilisations has theives and robbers didn't they? He cautiously stepped into the house, instinctively knocking on the door, to see a woman. A beautiful, beautiful woman. A nymph, a goddess standing before him. 

He quietly gasped, and went bright red. He covered it up with a deep bow. When he regaind composer he stood upright again. "Oh, my lady!" He said, sounding a bit breathless. "My lady, forgive me for intrudinag. Oh, where are my manners? May I come in? Thank you. I appear to be lost, my lady. I came with some friends, a hunting party you understand. My hunting party. Oh, why do I keep forgetting myslef? Lord Fyfe Munro, at your service." He bowed again, and kissed her hand, like he thought a gentleman should. "Well, I'm a bit lost, you see. And I was wondering if I could enlist your help. I'll pay you, if you want. My entire fortune." He shook his head, to stop himself from rambling, and took off his hat, letting his copper mane reign free.