[Lord John would not quite say that he hasn't been sleeping well, but. Well, he supposes he has not truly been sleeping well, of late. Perhaps it is the unfamiliar room, although truth be told he has slept in plenty of unfamiliar rooms in his life, and unfamiliar tents while on campaign, and he hasn't had quite the same trouble then as he is having now. No, if he were asked to put a finger on the matter, it would be a more specific matter of his environs. The land itself. And the owner of the mansion, for that matter.
The house is relatively quiet, at this hour of the night, despite the alarming number of people staying in it. John finds himself wandering towards a sitting room in search of some refreshment to help him calm his wandering mind -- perhaps some more of that whiskey Jamie's shared with him before? Stepping into the salon on quiet feet, only to find that there is someone else in the room already.]
I -- forgive me the interruption. [He offers her the dip of a bow in greeting.] I did not realize the room was occupied.
sometime before disaster strikes;
The house is relatively quiet, at this hour of the night, despite the alarming number of people staying in it. John finds himself wandering towards a sitting room in search of some refreshment to help him calm his wandering mind -- perhaps some more of that whiskey Jamie's shared with him before? Stepping into the salon on quiet feet, only to find that there is someone else in the room already.]
I -- forgive me the interruption. [He offers her the dip of a bow in greeting.] I did not realize the room was occupied.