Oh boy. Maurice has a new friend. And of course it's that old rogue the Comte de Saint-Germain. Ran into him meself a while back. Some time around September. Yes, September 1731.
Oh gosh, what a rogue. Wouldn't trust him further than I could throw him. Which ain't far, given that I'm a squirrel and he's a human. Would warn Maurice, but he wouldn't listen.
Also, it'd spoil the fun...
Yours squirrelishly,
R.
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