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Silas Jefferson
He takes no pains to move with stealth as that would only draw attention to one such as himself and there is always the possibility of curious and alert eyes along these dark streets. No, better by far to simply move with the unhurried gate of a libertine noble returning from a late night tryst. He has, of course, disguised himself – a simple task, really, involving little more than clothing slightly out of his usual style and the careful choice of ambiguous symbols of status, things more than sufficient to ensure that he is unrecognized by any passerby whom he might chance upon. He has timed his movement carefully and so he arrives at the place of meeting punctually at the assigned time, neither sooner nor later.
The approach of a boy takes him momentarily by surprise, but he remains silent. ~ Very well, then, I shall listen to what the youth has to say. ~ His own eyes narrow as he considers this turn of events and as the boy draws near he reaches a decision ~ But I shall discuss nothing of these matters with a boy. ~ He waits then in silence for the youth to convey whatever message he brings.
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