He wasn't exactly sure what he would do once he got to the Cirque. The options for jobs seemed rather limitless, but the Ringmaster had suggestion a position called a Roustabout. Oddly enough, Duncan had enjoyed working with his hands once more. Fixing things... working with wood... It was almost second nature to him. The time seemed to fly by when he was set to a task, time in which he was able to clear his mind and only worry about that specific task. There was relief within that.
But the night pressed on and the work for the evening was finished, leaving him with little to distract his mind. He had packed up his tools and put them away before starting back towards the trailers. Somewhere along that path, he changed course and began to wander around, not quite ready to go back to the solitude of his own thoughts alone.
There was something calming about the murmur of voices echoing in the night sky. Life moving around him, helping to ease the sense of loneliness that seemed to haunt him the past couple of centuries. Since...
Duncan shook the thought of Broehain away that tried to creep into his mind, averting his eyes to the ground as the pain seemed to flair inside of him. Prickling around to remind him that it was still there and didn't intend to leave anytime soon. Or perhaps ever. With his eyes to the ground it only took a fraction of a moment for his senses to dull and his broad body to strike into something solid.
It was the sound of a feminine voice that cause his head to shoot up quickly. He was ready to spring into action, help the woman off the ground, but she had already risen... and risen higher. It was a very rare occasion that Duncan found himself looking up at a woman... And had her feet been firmly planting on the ground, the occasion would not have arose.
"Are ye alright then, lass?" He found himself laughing on the inside as he spoke the words. Clearly she was alright. Just as firm and solid as he was. Her pale skin shone in the moonlight, illuminating her in such a light that she seemed not of this world. A beauty that one couldn't help but to stare at in awe.
Aye. She was a dangerous creature in truth. One that many men must have happily followed to their graves.