Jehan Prouvaire

It's five o'clock in the morning, and Jehan's awake and fully dressed. This is not unusual; the unusual part is the fact that he'd been asleep only half an hour before.

He looks inside his large backpack, containing the following items:

1 large thermos of coffee
2 Swiss army knives
1 book of the poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay
1 bar of dark chocolate
1 Tupperware container containing 10 peeled hardboiled eggs
1 small bottle of sauce made out of some red hot peppers
1 bottle of water
1 extra shirt and set of undergarments
1 blanket made out of some strange cloth, folded up
1 hair comb
1 razor blade
1 tooth brush
1 tube of toothpaste (one of Jehan's favorite modern inventions for everyday use, second only to indoor plumbing)
1 kitten, mewing up at him from the pouch on the side of the backpack


Jehan nods, satisfied. This seems sufficient, though of course he'll ask Bahorel if they've forgotten anything. Bahorel will have his own supplies, too, Jehan is sure.

Jehan comes into the crimson room and scoops up Marguerite. He holds her up in the air, at arm's length, eyeing her thoughtfully.