Ermenegilde pulled out the pocket-watch from his breast-pocket, as he checked the time. "Well, I can properly assure you..." he said as he leaned on his oak cane, "This is a most excellent specimen." He said as the nobleman held up the lips of the slave, and examining the teeth. Beads of sweat were collecting in Ermenegilde's jowls. Plucking out his handkerchief, he returned the pocket-watch back to its position, as he began wiping the sweat collected within the folds. "But, ah sir, I do have other business I must attend to," He said as he gave a small nod to the client, who gave a smile and a wave.

Striding with his cane, he headed towards the Palace of Versailles, ready to meet the individual who sent him the missive. He frowned a bit as he noticed some individuals glancing at his crippled leg, as he strolled over there.