[IC} Monkeys, violins, and violence

Proceeding into the alley, you pass a pair of perfumed gentlemen emerging with evasive expressions on their faces.The alley smells like an alley in Paris. It has not had its morning cleanup in a few weeks.

The alley leads under several high windows, well above your heads. They appear to be open.From the plaza before the grand entrance to the Opera, you hear the sounds of the cleaners' shovels scraping shit.

One of the men laughs nervously; they attempt to continue past you, out onto the plaza.

"Eh, mais non," answers the taller of the two men. "We - I merely was using l'pissoir. Much wine to unload, oui?" He giggles.

The shorter man just shakes his head. He has frightened eyes like a puppy.

You suspect what they was doing, technically, remains illegal in 1833 Paris - but such laws are enforced only for spite.

The two gentlemen depart, post haste.

The window, as mentioned, is well above your heads.

With his casual utterance, Marcel gives Jeanne a boost up through the window. She ...