Ainsley MacQueen's Keep

Find Ainsley 

Ainsley was born 391 years ago, though she looks great in spite of it.  1616 was a very good year....Shakespeare, Dumas, MacQueen...

She lives in Scotland, in a lovely wee glen nestled in the Highlands.  Men are welcome to call if wearing their plaid.  Traditional dress is determined by her sister at the door.  Be warned, the shiney floors are shiney indeed.

You'll find no address for her home, but if you've a good heart, the mist will lead you to it.

Take a ride to Ayershire.  Go west from any bus stop and into the nearest earthbound cloud.  If the mist happens to spit you out in front of a long narrow drive with a canopy of drooping branches, for pity's sake, don't touch the fruit, and RUN.  No good comes from that place.  You'd best ask the mist to respit you at the bus stop.

If, on the other hand, the mist pulls back to uncover a chest-high rock fence with no gate nor relief for what looks to be miles to either side, I'd advise you to scale the bloody thing and head straight.  If you let a wee thing like a fence stop you, you don't deserve to find her either.

Listen for music.  If you find her stoop, grand as it is, knock three times, and three times only.  Then bow your head and pray you find her in a fair mood.