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A young, eighteenth-century man enters, slightly grubby, with a leather satchel under his arm. Maybe he vaguely resembles a certain family by the name of Norrington, maybe he doesn't.
He scratches the back of his neck and shrugs after looking suspiciously at the sign for a minute. "If I'm working for the Church, even in a somewhat undisclosed manner, should I not be technically employed and therefore receiving some sort of payment?"
He scratches the back of his neck and shrugs after looking suspiciously at the sign for a minute. "If I'm working for the Church, even in a somewhat undisclosed manner, should I not be technically employed and therefore receiving some sort of payment?"