The monk

by Sir Hat


The Scholar Pt 2

I walked back into the tree building. "Hey, you're back- oh...what happened to your eye?"

I plopped down next to Purple. "The yellow one asked to leave when I finished telling her of Ottoman scum, so she leave. Then I find orange workhorse, I ask to give examination, she take exception, I slap rear," I pointed to my eye. "and now this."

Purple hid her nose in a book. "That's...unfortunate."

I grabbed a book from nearby and cracked it open. "Unfortunate is not exactly the word I would use." I scanned the book before tucking it in my satchel. "I'm going to leave now...this place vexes me. The lack of hot water is abhorrent. As is being assaulted for scientific pursuits."

Purple just continued to read. "Sure...hey what does this mean?"

She handed me a book, the ginger haired one's work. I read it slowly. "Oh god...I though he was a man of god...this...this is lewd."

"What's it say?"

I shook my head and took the book. "It's a story about an English lance and a French maid, nothing for your kind."

I made sure it was thoroughly buried in my bag as I went to the door. Purple walked me there. "Uh...you know we have hot water...right?"

"What?"

"We have indoor plumbing too!"

The phrase indoor plumbing rang in my ears. "So...I will be staying here indefinably...conducting research...on pipes." she wasn't buying it, her smile growing only larger as she caught on. I simply pivoted on my heel and walked out the door. "I must find my coat."

I was half a step out the door when the little lizard ran back in. "Twilight...screaming...flower shop- another thingy!" He was both winded and energetic at the same time. "You gotta do something, it sounded like she was getting hurt!"

I grabbed my sword. "Purple I shall sort this out. Lizard take me to the harm!" He looked terrified as my hand rested on my sabers hilt. "Lizard go before I throw you!"

He let out a boyish yelp as he bolted out the door. I followed soon after.