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[France turns his head halfway towards the inquiring voice. He keeps the other half of his attention on one of the displays of entertainment, his demeanour straight-backed and on high alert. To Peter, he likely appears as a fair-haired young teen not yet able to grow a beard, adorned in chainmail that's seen better days, a sword sheathed at his side half as long as his own body, and only the most crucial elements of plate armour. He smiles, although it doesn't reach the eye that Peter can clearly see.]

I've see many people like you and me.

[His gaze slides to Peter's sword and then very slowly back up, taking stock and cataloguing. It would seem almost indecent if not for the tauntness of France's own mien.]

You'll have to be more specific.