“He lives in a carefree world, he has a job he wants, appears content to live here without a worry or care. Henrietta keeps him around because he has a knack for noticing the difference between what is forged, and what is legitimate.” -Andre Alarae
He suspects a painting is a very clever forgery, and cannot tear his eyes away from it. The art of forgery is indeed an artform in itself.
Vincent Crevier Resides on the Seventh floor Room: G3.
"Oh, Vinnie baby?!"
Vincent Crevier heard the familiar call of Henrietta while reading The Iliad. His eyes drifted over the last of the Greek text before him before he gave a response. "Henrietta I’m coming!" He cried, hoisting himself up out of bed and making his way to his door and quickly opened it to see Henrietta, to his surprise in her open night gown half exposed.
His eyes shot wide in surprise as she stepped her way in without invitation.
"Henrietta I'm flattered by all of this but..." Vincent stumbled, trying to explain himself out of what appeared to be unwanted advances. He fell on his backside in shock.
"Get a hold of yourself!" Henrietta chastised him. "What's wrong, haven't you ever seen a woman?"
"No...." Vincent sheepishly replied.
"Oh..." Henrietta replied with a sound of disappointment in her voice.
"What is it that you need Henrietta...?" Vincent asked carefully, as if he was treading on thin ice.
"This.." She worded under her breath getting down to her knees and pulling a large stone medallion from around her neck.
"Some man upstairs claims to be an Archeologist, working on some sight in Ethiopia that's all the rage.
“He also says that this belonged to the Queen of Sheba! Can you verify it?!"
Taking the stone medallion in his hands he inspected it through his glasses, looking at the details, how aged the stone looked, the impression of the tools used to carve it, not to mention to knowledge of classic depictions of the Queen.
"This tablet...?" Vincent said with a bit of hesitation...
"Yes Vinnie?!" She responded with abated breath.
"Is indeed Sheba..."
Henrietta shouted with joy rising to her feet triumphantly, her mind being whisked to riches and fortune from the ancient artifact in her hand.
"...However..." Vincent carefully worded. To which Henrietta slowly cringed, realities dark shadow eclipsing her mood.
"Their popular in the Egyptian market, they sell them for a franc a piece to tourists. I know because I was there several months ago on a project for the museum...."
Henrietta's grip tightened on the stone so fiercely it startled to crumble like sand.
Vincent nervously pulled at his collar while she turned to leave his apartment.
"By the way.... As you know I'm quite familiar with any archeological digs in African and middle east region, to my knowledge there is no known excavations going on in..."
His door suddenly slammed as Henrietta wasted no time to run back up to her apartment.
"Yemen?"