GrandSACHI

The Roofscape Runner Jeanne was no longer afraid. For the past twenty minutes, her savior had led her and her steed through streets and alleys, holding onto the horse's reins. They were now in a quiet place on de la Serpente street. Yet, when they had left the scene of the battle, onlookers who had gathered there had hurled taunts and jeers at them, but none had dared to pursue them. No, commoners and gentlemen alike had remained stunned by the devastation resulting from the seemingly impossible battle that had just taken place. Among all the exclamations that erupted, there was one uttered by an old woman that deeply resonated with Jeanne. "It's him!" she had exclaimed. "It's the Roofscape Runner! Good Lord! Look at what he has done!" Anxious murmurs had then risen from the crowd, but no one had echoed her sentiment. Now that everything had quieted down, the countess felt reassured and could leisurely observe her guide who walked ahead of her. The man was tall – easily six feet

The man leaned against the crenellated parapet of the small turret of the staircase. This narrow turret rose more than two fathoms above the large tower of Nesle to which it gave access, and which itself overlooked the Seine with its fourteen fathoms in height. Thus, at over sixteen fathoms above the ground, the man had an unobstructed view of Paris and the Louvre that stood proudly on the other bank of the Seine. However, his gaze was not directed towards the royal palace; instead, he was watching a young woman dressed in red and white who had just come out of the grand hotel of Nesle. After a brief hesitation during which she glanced at the roof of the hotel, the young woman entered a small mahogany carriage to which were harnessed two chestnut mares who pawed the ground in anticipation of departure. A few moments earlier, two other figures, a man and a woman of a certain age dressed in the rich attire of nobles, had taken their places in the coach. But it was not these two that