[Alcuin, having managed to charm a shopkeeper out of one of their few remaining bolts of silk, is carrying it out of the shop when he has to turn sharply to avoid another passerby... and nearly smacks Des Esseintes in the face.
He manages to notice and cut the movement short just in time, his eyes wide.]
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He manages to notice and cut the movement short just in time, his eyes wide.]
Excuse me, messire. I do beg your pardon!