A building could be anything – a house, a tavern, or even a castle – depending on who is looking at it. For now, we will take the view of Grantaire and say that their destination was a house.

We now take the reader inside that dirty old house to introduce its occupants.

In one room were a large band of sinister men, some old, some younger, and a girl. This girl was not beautiful, nor was she completely sane. Most of all, this girl was not pure.

"Eponine!" called a young man, grabbing at her arm.

She jerked away. "Not tonight."

"Come on, Montparnasse!" an older man with a beard hissed. "We've got a job to do."

The young man, Montparnasse, shook his head. "I don't want to do a job."

"Well, come along anyway. You can be lookout."

"I don't want to be lookout."

"Well, what do you want?" the elder man demanded.

Montparnasse glanced at Eponine. "I... just... want... to..."

"No, no! None of that!" Eponine cried. "We've got to maintain a PG rating, now!"

The young thief sighed and sat down.

Something that sounded rather like a duck call trumpeted from in the hall. The older man with a beard, who we shall call Jondrette, looked up quickly. "Cops!" someone hissed nervously, but old Jondrette shook his head. "I've never to this day heard of a cop what quacked."

A voice from the hallway announced: "Sir Enjolras the brave requests the noble lord of this castle supply him with room and board, for he is weary and in need of rest."

Jondrette looked at the other men, who all shrugged their shoulders. He slowly went over to the door and opened it to reveal two men, one with a fireplace poker hanging at his side.

We shall now inform the reader that Jondrette was once an innkeeper, and old habits are not quick to die. He invited the men into his room. The tall blond man looked around and nodded. "A fine estate, my lord," he said grandly.

Jondrette raised an eyebrow as the man settled himself in the room's only armchair. The man with him, a fellow who did not seem to be quite sober, tapped Jondrette on the arm and whispered, "Do you mind? It would be good of you just to allow him..."

"S'fine," Jondrette muttered. "Ponine... bring the man a drink."

Eponine found a bottle of absinthe and held it out for Enjolras, who glanced at it, then up at her face. He gasped and leapt to his feet, nearly knocking Eponine over backwards and sending the bottle out of her hand and flying through the air.

Grantaire caught it.

Eponine did not notice the fate of the absinthe. She was too busy being worried about why the crazy man was gasping and gazing at her like that.

"My lady!" he cried.

Eponine looked afraid, Grantaire looked nervous, Jondrette looked confused, and Montparnasse looked highly irritated.

"Your what?" Eponine asked.

"Sweet lady! Fair virgin!"

Montparnasse snorted.

"Please," Enjolras continued, "what is your name?"

"Erm... Eponine."

"My lady jests!"

"I what?"

"Eponine! That is the name of an innkeeper's daughter!"

"That would be correct, monsieur."

"That cannot be your true name, my lady."

"Alright then, what is my name?"

Enjolras rubbed his chin. "Your name... my lady... is... Patria!"