Stefano walked over to the nearest shop window, there was an undeniably enticing scroll of parchment stuck to it with blood red wax. This caught his eye, and he endeavoured to inspect it! Walking very awkwardly, struggling to manoeuvre in his new 17th Century clothing. His frilly collar chafed against his neck stubble, his socks, so high, greatly stiffened his knees. He couldn’t help walking like a robot! The parchment, stuck on with wax still hot, read;
“Greetings, fellow traveler.
You’re here, we couldn’t be happier.
One step closer to knowing the truth,
Get yourself to the Royal Institute !”