The trio was shown to their cabins aboard the passenger ship. They were definitely a lot more stately than the one they had aboard Jacques’ ship. A servant explained that this was a luxury passenger ship and that they catered to higher end clientele.
Renault thought it was nice that the ship was basically empty, the server explained that they were on their way to Constantinople to pick up passengers. Only a few people were heading to the capital of the Islamic Caliphate, for the most part they ferried people back from that part of the Mediterranean.
It was a quiet evening. Emilie kept to herself in her cabin, probably sleeping off all of the energy she had expended the last couple of days with her various paramours while Constance and Renault settled in for the long journey.
Sleeping on
