[The Marquis paces about the room restlessly. This is taking much too long. He is a very busy man, thank you very much, and he has things he needs to be doing right now. Wallowing about here is useless ( Read more... )

[The Marquis is pacing back and forth, hands clasped behind his back. Things have not been going particularly well. He should know more by now, should already have a plan formulated and put into action.

Well. He'll just have to try another approach, then, won't he.]

House. If I might have a word.

[The Marquis, looking at the room assignments, doesn't recognize the name posted next to his. Hmm. Well, he wouldn't want to be seen as rude, now would he?]

Excuse me, but does anybody know... [he glances back at the list again] ...Colonel Clary, is it?

[The Marquis de Carabas is not entirely unaccustomed to waking up in a different place than where he ought to be. However, the last time it happened to him was not at all pleasant, and so he is understandably weary when he opens his eyes ( Read more... )