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House of Grangrel | 8:30 PM

Laurent stared at the eerie figure in front of him for a moment. Not many times he had seen a Prelate, and it was the first time he had been addressed personally. For him, this meant the he was finally being trusted. And unlike the other Adjutant, Laurent didn't fear the Wraith. Instead, he admired the ominous aura of power that surrounded the creature. In fact, he'd rather serve the Wraith rather than the imperious ex-concubine. 

"I will, Your Grace, for I live to serve the Master and the House." He kneeled down humbly like a vassal, and as soon as the Prelate left, he recovered his usual prideful demeanor and headed towards his bedroom without directing a second look to Elizabeth. He had a task given by a higher authority and he would fulfill it successfully. 

Getting information was something he usually enjoyed, though the idea of having to go to the whorehouses didn't appeal to him. He never got to understand what any man of honour could possibly find there that he couldn't get by other means. Laurent himself never set a foot in such a place unless it was for work, as both sex and blood were things he only enjoyed when they came from the highest members of society, and his conquests only meant a thing when he alone achieved them. Paying for pleasure, how despicable. He thought as he changed his clothes again. This time he chose a white linen shirt and a vest, together with some navy blue trousers and coat and expensive shoes, just like the uniform of a private school. After that, he took a folder full of papers and a textbook, and hid an ornate dagger in his belt. For the night he would be Denis, a very human and very naive college student looking for a friend. Hopefully, many men would be willing to help the hopeless student find his 'friend' in the Red Light district. This was going to be an easy night, he hoped, though before leaving the room he took with him a small gun, just in case.

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Red Light District | 9:30 PM

Laurent walked down the street looking around for any clues, though to the passerby he just seemed to be lost. The boy didn't want to enter any of the establishments, even when he knew that eventually he would have to do it if he wanted to get the information, but he hoped that he wouldn't have to do it alone. He feared being dragged into a room with a scantly clothed woman more than he feared the punishment of not accomplishing his task. He needed to find someone first... 

He took a glance at his surroundings, looking for an easy 'prey', which reminded him that he hand't fed in days. His stomach growled softly. But to his dismay nobody seemed to be walking alone. The ladies were flirting with their customers, and the men were either drunk, talking to their friends or trying to grope some female butt. None of them would be of much help getting intel, but he couldn't keep wasting his time, even if it was still early in the night. 

He saw a handsome man talking to a richly (but too revealing) dressed woman. She was pressing herself to him, but he didn't look like a customer. Neither she looked like a prostitute, though maybe she was a Madame of some sorts. She reminded him a bit of Elizabeth. The man, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to get away from her, even if a just a moment later he was staring at her boobs. Maybe he should interrupt their conversation? Well, he didn't have many other options, so...

The boy walked towards them, seemingly distracted, and 'accidentally' bumped into the man, dropping his papers that rapidly scattered around. "Ah! Pardon, Monsieur! Je suis desolé!" He said in delicious french. "I was just... I-I..." He bent down to gather his papers, slowly enough to give the man some time to acknowledge his presence. 

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