Kit doesn't speak Haguennot, but he's got an ear for detail (assuming he can get close enough to the conversation to hear it clearly). While playing cards with a few of the knights in the tavern the same evening the retinue returns, he overhears a curious comment one of the men makes about their misadventure: "There is worse on that mountain than that beast."
But there's no more information provided than that, and no amount of Kit's affable banter and cajoling will get the man to open up, and so he drops the subject and focuses on the cards.
Once he's done his drinking, he wanders out of the tavern and up the rickety steps to the ramparts atop the village wall, and there he stands with a lit cigarette, smoking as he considers the view. He's little more than a dark silhouette up there, but the smoke and the glowing end of the cigarette mean he isn't impossible to miss.
II.
"You're joking."
A couple of weary-looking officers have stopped Kit in the middle of the street outside his shop, and are now exchanging dubious glances between themselves, as though trying to decide how worth the risk it is to pressure this stranger into service. One of them draws a breath and starts to rattle out the line he's used up until this moment: "Your service to the Duke would be lauded--"
"That's nice," Kit talks over him flatly, "I've already got a job."
Wherever he'd been intending to go, he evidently has decided it's not worth the trouble of being hounded by these idiots, and turns to head back towards his shop. The officers exchange another glance, then start after him, evidently not willing to give up yet.
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Kit doesn't speak Haguennot, but he's got an ear for detail (assuming he can get close enough to the conversation to hear it clearly). While playing cards with a few of the knights in the tavern the same evening the retinue returns, he overhears a curious comment one of the men makes about their misadventure: "There is worse on that mountain than that beast."
But there's no more information provided than that, and no amount of Kit's affable banter and cajoling will get the man to open up, and so he drops the subject and focuses on the cards.
Once he's done his drinking, he wanders out of the tavern and up the rickety steps to the ramparts atop the village wall, and there he stands with a lit cigarette, smoking as he considers the view. He's little more than a dark silhouette up there, but the smoke and the glowing end of the cigarette mean he isn't impossible to miss.
II.
"You're joking."
A couple of weary-looking officers have stopped Kit in the middle of the street outside his shop, and are now exchanging dubious glances between themselves, as though trying to decide how worth the risk it is to pressure this stranger into service. One of them draws a breath and starts to rattle out the line he's used up until this moment: "Your service to the Duke would be lauded--"
"That's nice," Kit talks over him flatly, "I've already got a job."
Wherever he'd been intending to go, he evidently has decided it's not worth the trouble of being hounded by these idiots, and turns to head back towards his shop. The officers exchange another glance, then start after him, evidently not willing to give up yet.