Very well. he said leaving the room and wandering the great halls of the mansion unaccompanied. He took into account the paintings, sculptures and the markedly different style of architecture that only served to remind him of how far away from home he was. Such luxury was hardly uncommon back on Cambridge, and he knew well the benefits of living a privileged life, but wealth did not seep into the walls, and it did not serve to remind everyone who saw their home that those who lived there were better. But this place seemed to be designed around that very idea, to reinforce the idea of nobility, and he didn't think much of it.
Soon the desire just to sit down crept up on him and he set about finding a chair or something to that effect. His search found him in what he suspected to be a drawing room, pale afternoon light filled the room through large windows that looked out to the New Paris skyline. Various parchments and canvas littered the rooms tables and desks and he took a up a position on a couch. Four months in a Gallic prison to relative freedom in one day..he wasn't doing to badly. John didn't want to speak to anyone at that moment in time, he wanted to enjoy the relative comfort of silence before being thrown back into whatever these strange people were doing. Alas, his peace was fleeting, and voices in the corridor alerted him to someone, or some people approaching his room.
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