The musketeer sighs.  "Yes, these halls have often been much more... full.  Unfortunately, with the war, many of us have been called off to serve there.  Then, the, errr, struggles with the church has required more of us to, ah, see to the needs of the populace, more than before."  His gaze shifts awkwardly at this bit.  "As a result, there are fewer of us than ever."<br/><br/>It seems that it is almost without thinking that he leans forward slightly, his voice lowering.  "And it's left us woefully unprepared to deal with any internal problems that arise.  Which..."  Remembering himself, he straightens, clearing his throat.<br/><br/>His expression brightens.  "Ah!  But where are my manners.  I am Sir Fabre Valroux du Renauld.  It is a pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle Elaine."  He sweeps a courtly bow.  "If you have any more questions, I will answer them.  If not..."  His eyes go to the wooden door before them.