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
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Heheh. "Well. There was a sign, telling me not to enter. But there were footprints. So I followed the footprints. In case anyone was in trouble, of course."
"Well, I suppose. But not having a job will, I suppose, eventually become a problem. I can't go away to study for a job now.." He grins, wry, "And I'm really not cut out to be a member of the clergy."
"True. Though, right. So I'm not a member of the clergy. My uncle is, he's rather good at it. But we do other things as well, sort of for the Church. And he needs my help with them, which is why I think they should pay me. Because I can't leave to seek proper employment, even if I wanted to. Which I don't."
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"Wouldn't trust the Church in that," Matthew snorts. "Not in 'should'."
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"How did you get here?" He thought he'd hidden the entrance well! ..Granted, Gregory's idea of well-hidden is 'put a do not enter sign on it'.
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