All the fun for the fair?
"Logan!?" the barmaid nodded and then let out a swift, sharp whistle, gesturing behind Duncan. The man who stood and walked over to Duncan and the barmaid was of medium height, thin and with wispy brown hair and sparkling brown eyes apparently dancing with mirth. However, he stood and moved over, looking at Duncan with an expression which told that he was sizing him up. After a few trills of this scrutiny, the man's face broke into a beaming smile and he offered his hand
"Welcome! Yes, you are here to take the job yes? Good. I am Logan and you are hired!"
Not much of a job interview, all things considered. But hey, Duncan got the job so what was not to like, when all was said and done?
"So, what is your name?" Logan asked and he then, after giving Duncan the job, went about asking him the sort of questions which Duncan might have expected
before the job was his. The man was (or appeared) very interested in the answers Duncan gave, whipping out a notebook and starting a new page, on which he wrote 'Duncan' and then made key point notes to Duncan't answers. The questions were fairly straightforward, experience, skill, who he had worked with, an example of a situation he'd been in, whether he had any other skills which could help the caravan and then camp (such as cooking, he explained), what Duncan's favourite food was (not an entirely usual thing to ask!) etc. Logan bought Duncan an ale, should he wish one, or whatever he wished to drink; Logan himself sat sipping a glass of red wine.
"We leave in a break. If you can help to finish setting up, we'd be grateful" he said and either excused himself should Duncan have last-minute things to do, or walked with Duncan to the area where the circus caravans were getting ready. Either way, it was a break later that they left the city, the brightly coloured caravans, painted and decorated in all sorts of vivid shades and hues. Duncan's supplies, wagon and horse were part of it, but Logan spoke to him
"I'm assigning you to be bodyguard to one specific member of our crew. So, you'll share her caravan, with your own bed and area of course. She's in that 'van over there" he motioned to a caravan painted to resemble a starry night sky, sparkling and twinkling.
"You'll be looking after Jen'ine. She's the fortune teller for us. In there, in you go" he said and motioned to the caravan itself.
Should Duncan go in then the caravan interior had the heavy scent of incense, was full of drapes of dark silks and satins, and sitting there at the far end of the caravan, behind a circular table which had cards, a crystal ball, bones and all sorts of paraphernalia on it, was a beautiful young woman. She looked every inch the gypsy fortune teller with her tight bodice, headscarf, flowing skirts and wonderfully long fingers entwined together.
'Duncan? Come in. Would you like a reading, guard of my body?' she asked with a smile of her full red lips. She had a constant air of vague amusement about her as she looked at him.
'I can tell you your future, or your past. What would you like to know?' she asked, mirth dancing in her dark eyes.
