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[h1]Being harassed on the streets while trying to catch his breath. Has no privacy or ability to catch a break this day.[/h1][/center][hr][hr]

"[color=f26522]Hmm?[/color]"

It had been a long time since anybody had addressed Conrad as boy, but he let his annoyance at the term slide when he saw the age of the man addressing him. Arguing the matter would be pointless at best, and there were far more important matters to deal with first. For example- an accent and appearance that any native of Germany would be able to recognize immediately. Conrad was in the presence of one of his countrymen. One that was perhaps... a bit strange, but he could see why the man would try to talk to him out of the blue. In a foreign land, one was drawn to the familiar.

Still he didn't respond right away, content to catch his breath for a moment and brood over what the old man had said. [i]otherworldly[/i]? Perhaps what Conrad had just experienced could be classified as that, but if it all [i]had not[/i] been coincidence, he was much more inclined to think it was orchestrated by something of this world- or someone. Although to what end he could hardly guess at. It was not something he could answer yet, but perhaps in a few hours...

"[color=f26522]Forgive me, [i]Herr[/i], but as unsightly as I was just now I think... That is too dramatic for what the situation could be called.[/color]"

Not content to stop the explanation there, but also unsure of how to continue, Conrad took a moment to look over this man in front of him. Old, that was certain, and German as well. However, there were also the distinctive features of Jewish ancestry adorning his face. How much of each he was, Conrad could not say, but given the man's age there were dark implications to that ancestry that he preferred not to think about. Much like many of his countrymen. Overall it was an odd sight in Paris, but no less odd than Conrad himself. 

"[color=f26522]We can call it avoiding an encounter until I can face it on my terms. What brings you to Paris though, [i]Herr[/i], if you don't mind me asking? You don't not sound like you've lived here long.[/color]"

With a start, he suddenly realized his manners and stuck out his hand for the second shake of that day, certain that this man wouldn't take it as poorly as the woman earlier. Moreover, Conrad made no attempt at humor this time.

"[color=f26522]Forgive me again [i]Herr[/i]. Konrad. I have not been in the city long myself.[/color]"