"No choice—I got off the ship at Aberdeen Port, found a carriage at St. Andrews to go to London, but was dumped by a heartless coachman along the way, so..."
Will couldn't help but look at him sympathetically:
"You really are unlucky."
Xu Yun gave a bitter smile, three parts bleak, three parts helpless, three parts angry, and one part sad, then asked in return:
"What about you, Will, have you figured out your pathway in London?"
Will gently shook his head, his eyes drifting to the distance, and said:
"Not yet, I'm just taking it one step at a time. Maybe before long I'll be slinking back to Scotland."
Xu Yun asked again:
"And your family? They just let you leave like this?"
"Family?"
Will lightly flicked his whip, a faint gloom crossing his eyes, and shook his head, saying:
"My mother died when I was eight. My father used to be a lawyer. After my mother died...uh, well, all sorts of reasons, I just left Edinburgh."
"...Ah, I'm sorry."
