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Someone has been very quietly investigating.
There was no door where an overheard conversation or two said there was a door, at least not for him. There was a door where an overheard conversation or two said there was an area where one might go to enjoy the outdoors. Said outdoors consisted of a field, a lake, a forest, and a number of mountains in the distance. Other than the mountains, it reminded him a little of the trip he and Sebastien had taken to Scotland once though it was a little too temperate, in his opinion, to be an exact duplicate. He resolved to examine some of the flora and fauna to provide further information.
There were rooms upstairs, one of which he'd taken for the night and the foreseeable future. He'd been pleased to find that a bit of written communication had allowed the counter to extract payment from his accounts; it would cause the bankers no small amount of befuddlement and no doubt confuse even Sebastien, but he chose to withdraw his funds from where they sat and apply them to his balance here. Better safe than sorry and he might as well have access to his money, after all.
And so, some work done for the morning, Jack settled at the counter and ordered himself a hearty breakfast. Usually, he ate like a still-growing lad for all that he was no longer a teenager (whatever he looked like) but today he was just... ravenous. It was a bit queer, but Jack had enough adjusting to make that he wasn't about to start wondering about largely untroublesome questions.
[tinytag: Jack Priest]
There were rooms upstairs, one of which he'd taken for the night and the foreseeable future. He'd been pleased to find that a bit of written communication had allowed the counter to extract payment from his accounts; it would cause the bankers no small amount of befuddlement and no doubt confuse even Sebastien, but he chose to withdraw his funds from where they sat and apply them to his balance here. Better safe than sorry and he might as well have access to his money, after all.
And so, some work done for the morning, Jack settled at the counter and ordered himself a hearty breakfast. Usually, he ate like a still-growing lad for all that he was no longer a teenager (whatever he looked like) but today he was just... ravenous. It was a bit queer, but Jack had enough adjusting to make that he wasn't about to start wondering about largely untroublesome questions.
[tinytag: Jack Priest]
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He was no Englishman, but he had had a home in New Amsterdam. And you'd better believe Sebastien had Heard About It over the fact that they'd had to flee to Boston.
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"That's one way to put it, yes, I suppose. Though most Englishman would be a little huffed to hear their country called 'backwater'."
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