Quincy seemed amused by this, his ears flicking around a bit. A small smile crept onto his face as regained his posture from the small bow. "An excellent guess but I'm afriad not. I'd explain how I came to be but it's a tad confusing. Perhaps I'll tell you another time? Anyhow, you said you had questions?" said Quincy in a polite manner, hoping to be able to answer what questions the stranger had.

"Its just that where I'm from, every being similar to you is infected with. Lycanthropy. I'm just glad you cleared that up now."

"Lycanthropy itself isnt much of an infection as it is a curse to some and a blessing to others. That's a topic for another day however. There are several volumes on lycanthropy somewhere in here if you feel like finding them." Quincy said, looking around. He made no noise as he walked over to a shelf of books, his digitigrade feet bare as he treaded softly. He looked over the books, some old and some relatively new. "Well, it's somewhere." he said, not finding any of the books he was thinking of.

"Its fine I just was asking about you, Q. Oh sorry, I used to know a guy with same name and people called him Q." ( I had a time skip to after your character showed Jonathan around and he met Leon. That's on another post if you want to just skip a the several weeks that passed since.)