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For such modern surroundings (for the most part), there is something quite out of time patrolling the streets of Itinere. One might first hear the clip-clop of hooves on pavement as two large steeds walk over the pavement. Atop each steed is a man in seventeenth century garb. Thick leathers, large hats tall boots,, blue capes, enough weaponry for their own comfort and, if one is keen enough to notice it, a pauldron on one shoulder bearing the symbol of the French monarchy, the fleur de lis. They look very much out of place, and yet at ease with that dislocation.

A part of the reason for that ease is that they have discovered a building from their home, the Musketeer's Garrison, has been brought here along with them. There is much to be said for the comforts of home, no matter what that comfort might be, large or small. Another reason for their current ease is that this is not the first strange place they have encountered together. In the last they had been told it was the end of the world. This, most certainly, is not the end of the world. Imagine their relief.

In any case, the Musketeers will be all over the city looking things over. And of course, they will be at the Garrison, their home from Paris.