_________2 hours earlier________
"You have to come Finn! We can not go with out you." Finn's brother in law Charles was a good man but sometimes he could be so dam annoying. "I don't see why I have to come! Who the hell would want me to go their social gathering?" "My dear friend you have been away from high society too long. The letter that was sent mentioned your name specifically while also stating that your family could come. This means that Mr. St George want's your presence more than ours." Finn shrugged. "Why does some British fop want me to attend? I am not that well known for my war efforts or my business ventures. Hell Charles, you are more known than me." Charles sighed letting out his exasperation in one single huff. "Yes but you are new and interesting. And plus you have served so long in thew army that you must have a few good stories. Look you don't have to stay long show your face for a hour or and then you can go. Is that suitably? Me and your sister will stay longer and excuse your early departure if need be. Please Finn this could very important for my business." Sighing Finn relented he might be British and annoying but he was his brother in law. "Aye. Fine I will go but no more than a hour ye' hear."
__________Now__________
It was dam hot at the party. Too dam hot Finn was listening to some Brit talk about his time in the war's. It was evident to anyone that listened that he was lying about most of it as he was getting names of generals and places wrong. Still no one seemed to care or if they did they did not show it. Finn had always hated liars and lying Brit was the worst thing imaginable.
Finn could not bare it for much longer. He needed a smoke and some fresh air. "Excuse me." He said drawing away from the small group of so called veterans who had probably only fought in one or two engagements before coming home. It made him feel sick, fop's playing at soldiers just because it was fashionable.
God how Finn missed the army. In the army no one wanted him to pretend to tolerate liars, thieves and the British. He could slag off anyone he liked and still get his commendation, honor and pay. The army only required of him that he stuck to it's simple rules and followed orders of superior officers. True he could have died many times on the different battlefield's he fought on but even that seemed slightly preferable to this pointless endeavor.
After wandering around slightly aimlessly about the place he found a servant and asked where the exit was. He was pointed towards the right place and Finn stepped out breathing in the fresher air with some joy. The door man looked him over and stopped to stare briefly at his kilt. Still he made no comment about it and continued watching the street after a few seconds. Finn withdrew his cigar case and took out a beautiful fat cigar. He lit it and began to smoke watching the people and carriages pass with a genuinely bored expression.
There seemed to be no place in this city where a man could truly be alone and with nature. This annoyed him most about London. The huge amount of people was disconcerting. To his mind home had always been a old manor in the country surrounded by mountains, rivers and fens. There you could walk without seeing another human being for hours at a time. But that was why he was hear in London after all to buy back his old manor house. He still had a long way to go however so he guessed he had to tolerate this dam boil of a city for awhile yet.
There he stood in the dark blowing smoke rings and thinking of the future. Hoping it would soon be better than it currently was. Soon he would return and brave a few minutes more of the dam party but for now Ser Finn Meander Osgrave Tamlane MacKinnon Junior was the most content he had been in awhile.
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