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Jornal: 3 Novembre, 1834

Un òme de mestièr impar intra dins un endrech impar per intrar dins un mestièr mei impar.*

*Translation: A man of a strange trade enters a strange place to enter an even stranger trade.

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There it was.  A rather unassuming building in the block, if you could call anything "unassuming" in this place.  The whole city seemed emit an unpleasantly pompous glow.

The crows have made themselves quite a gilded nest, I'll give them that.

But perhaps Jean Ruel's discomfort had more to do with his acute awareness of how out of place he appeared.  Sure, taking a temporary post as a caravan guard had given him the cover of pilgrims and a little gold to boot on the way from Nice to Rome and into the Vatican.  But now it left him looking like an eagle had picked him up from the forest and dropped him in the city streets with his thick hunter's jacket, wool cap, back-pack, and long-rifle (somewhat poorly concealed as a walking stick).

It's only been a few blocks he reassured himself, suppressing the instinct to look back over his shoulder.  He could see the door open ahead; apparently he was a tad late to the party.  He picked up his pace to make it inside before any attendants decided they had waited long enough to shut the door.  From there he needed only follow the sounds of chatter to make it to the study.

"My apologies for being late."

Jean chuckled as he entered the room to this phrase, spoken by a woman in peasant garb.  Perhaps I'll be able to get along with some of these people after all, he mused, though he was less sure about the suit of armor and the men in finer dress.

"Fancy meeting you, miss. My name is Salyvn, and that fellow over there in the nice suit in Ser Gregory."..."There's a bag of bread on the sofa, if you're feeling in the mood for it. Have a seat!"

Bread?  Any doubts about attending this meeting were dispelled with that word.

"What a relief, I see I'm not the only offender!" he announced in English, which seemed to be the common language in the room.  His accent was decent, but far from perfect.  "Greetings, colleagues," he added warmly to the trio before him.  The "ea" sounded more like an "eh," and he failed to avoid adding a bit of an extra syllable "a" at the end.  "My name Jean Ruel, and it is an honor to meet you Sénhers Salvyn and Gregory and Dòna...what is your name?" Even as he spoke, he did not hesitate to reach for the sofa to grab a small loaf.

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