Michel was well aware that Orlesian was often an acquired taste and he certainly went to great lengths to refine his accent when speaking to others, especially now that he was on the very margins of his country for the time being.

"Not everyone is so fortunate as that," there were some still huddled in tents around camp fires outside. Taking the hand offered to him politely, Michel shook it in turn, "Michel de Chevin...your name, it sounds familiar somehow."