<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Prague Castle, St. Vitus Cathedral, Prague, Bohemia</span><br/><br/>Francesca, as usual, had started by letting Maximilien to do the talking. He was usually a more commanding presence, and a lot more on the polite side of the spectrum. He was the quintessencial nobleman. Intelligent, well poised, and an expert in socially acceptable behavior. Francesca was somewhat raw. Straight to the point, with zero patience to small talk. That didn't make her exactly endearing, so she allowed Max to be in charge of the conversation.<br/><br/>However, it was apparent to Francesca that she would have to step in while Max recovered. With a small smile to her friend, Francesca took a deep breath and moved a little closer to the Captain. "Captain, if you excuse me", she started, using as much of her politeness as she could possibly muster. "Were the weapons of the deceased guards accounted for? Any signs of them having put up a fight? Shots fired on their firearms, blood on their pikes, damaged or missing weapons... anything you can inform me of can be helpful."<br/><br/>There were still a few other questions Francesca would like to see answered, but taking it one step at a time would be a lot easier on all involved. Herself, to store everything in memory, the Captain, to be put at ease, and Max, to have the time to recover from his slip up and to ask his own questions, which he certainly had. He was the one who was good on it, after all.</div>