Bankers, policemen, others. The unspoken meaning is noted just as habitually as it was conveyed; Enjolras only nods.
"I'll see you shortly, then."
Back to room 89, and its wash-basin and clean water and fresh clothing. He notes his newly acquired bruises with a wry twist of the mouth; none of them are serious, of course, but he's pale enough that under his clothes a few of them will be colorful in a day or two. Well, it's nothing new from sparring with Bahorel, and his own fault for letting the blows through.
In a fresh suit and with cockade relocated to his current lapel, he goes to knock on Bahorel's door.
Except the door's wide open, so he forgoes the knock and simply enters.
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"I'll see you shortly, then."
Back to room 89, and its wash-basin and clean water and fresh clothing. He notes his newly acquired bruises with a wry twist of the mouth; none of them are serious, of course, but he's pale enough that under his clothes a few of them will be colorful in a day or two. Well, it's nothing new from sparring with Bahorel, and his own fault for letting the blows through.
In a fresh suit and with cockade relocated to his current lapel, he goes to knock on Bahorel's door.
Except the door's wide open, so he forgoes the knock and simply enters.
The room is... well.
It's Bahorel's!