1795 Revolution's peak is ceased as everything slowly settles in tact with changes, Paris reeks of victory sign of an end over the bloody monarchy and freshly executed blood, shadows lurk around the tension are as high as they could be although right now the city in slumber, night comes with advantages and disadvantages, on the bright side start are greatly visible and look stunning in the warm late spring nights, the French Republic's representation now got used to nightly walks around the city, they felt like a great way to clear mind or just relax after weeks of pressure and stress, he waited patiently for the revolution and now he got it. The man was eager to show his vision to everyone and slowly move towards a better France for everyone. Once again he found himself climbing up the stairs of some cheapass Inn he sometimes visited, today although he saw a stranger sitting behind the table that was installed by the Innkeeper not so long ago... the gentleman was unfamiliar to the Frenchman yet he had a bit of a strange aura to him, staring off into distant starry sky "Bonsoir, monsieur, il doit y avoir une vue?" He said, his voice calm yet the man was cautious, thank god for that he always had his sword ready and on him