[These affairs were not to Monsieur Dimick, no, L'Blanc's liking at all. If he were to be privy to actions of his choosing that would be an entirely different tale. No, he came as requested by Lord Cabot and such business was not for discussing in court or even in a pub lest blood be spilled. It was unheard of for a gentleman to come to Paris and not make an appearance if one had a name. Here for this trip Lawrence did have a name, one that was meant to remain untarnished.
So here he is in this moment, in this room of faces. He must smile to the right ones, nod and be polite to dame and gent alike. Perhaps it is the pretense which dampens it so. Even with proper training he is fully aware he does not belong with men and women of title. His trade is with his hands and actions surely barbaric by common thought. It doesn't rattle him in the slightest what difference is a hired hand to a soldier in the end?
He thinks to prepare a pipe for himself as his brown eyes look from face to face. Not too soon after wandering he comes to a face he has not yet fixed a name to. Dressed in a such fashion of apparent wealth or patronage it is a surprise he is not known to L'blanc. And he does wear it well. Would that his gaze chance upon him? It could be the restlessness in him already that causes a stirring.]
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So here he is in this moment, in this room of faces. He must smile to the right ones, nod and be polite to dame and gent alike. Perhaps it is the pretense which dampens it so. Even with proper training he is fully aware he does not belong with men and women of title. His trade is with his hands and actions surely barbaric by common thought. It doesn't rattle him in the slightest what difference is a hired hand to a soldier in the end?
He thinks to prepare a pipe for himself as his brown eyes look from face to face. Not too soon after wandering he comes to a face he has not yet fixed a name to. Dressed in a such fashion of apparent wealth or patronage it is a surprise he is not known to L'blanc. And he does wear it well. Would that his gaze chance upon him? It could be the restlessness in him already that causes a stirring.]