Arthur sat quietly on the chair, sizing up the people in front of him, while they were also sizing him up.
Most of the people in the room didn't speak, occasionally casting inadvertent glances at Arthur's handsome new attire.
The leading assassins were engaged in a lively conversation in French with a heavy accent. Although Arthur's French had improved greatly under the guidance of Great Dumas, even to the point where he could fluently use various swear words, he still knew nothing about the regional dialects and slang of France.
Strangely enough, their accent sounded nothing like French, but rather like Welsh spoken by people from rural Wales.
They hovered around a limping table, discussing for a while, until the head assassin, as if having made a big decision, slammed the table and grabbed the business card that had been retrieved from Arthur's pocket, walked up to him, and pointed at the text on it, asking seriously: "Are you a diplomat from Britain?"
