[Let's not talk about Napoleon's march through Russia in winter. Oh, the stories Javert could tell! -- If he were drunk enough.]
I shall worry about the defenses. You cover Monsieur's blind spot while I finish, [instructs Javert curtly, deftly ducking out of the way of a stray snowball with little fanfare or care. The stranger passed his brief inspection; he is satisfied. He sidles back to his partway-finished work. He is a touch anal about rampart construction, pausing to quirk a wry brow at Haytham as he properly secures the snatched brick back into place. A crooked, wolfish smirk.
Javert bends back beneath the wall and gets back to work, but not before calling over his shoulder to Jason,]
By the way, it would make you a very nice fellow if you would warn me of incoming barrages or grapeshot or what-ever from your perch. Call me by name, Javert. Who are you?
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I shall worry about the defenses. You cover Monsieur's blind spot while I finish, [instructs Javert curtly, deftly ducking out of the way of a stray snowball with little fanfare or care. The stranger passed his brief inspection; he is satisfied. He sidles back to his partway-finished work. He is a touch anal about rampart construction, pausing to quirk a wry brow at Haytham as he properly secures the snatched brick back into place. A crooked, wolfish smirk.
Javert bends back beneath the wall and gets back to work, but not before calling over his shoulder to Jason,]
By the way, it would make you a very nice fellow if you would warn me of incoming barrages or grapeshot or what-ever from your perch. Call me by name, Javert. Who are you?