"There are some things we were not meant to know, they say. But you wouldn't be down here if you took that seriously."
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Jervaise serves as the majordomo to Mr Wines, one of The Masters of the Bazaar.[1] How exactly he came into their service remains a mystery, though it likely ties to his wife's pursuit of the Name.
Once a simple fisherman[2][3] on Mutton Island, he and his wife ran the Cock and Magpie before becoming entangled with the Masters.[4] Like his wife[5], Jervaise is a smoker.[6][7] He has ties to the Drownies[8] but harbors a distaste for eating Rubbery Lumps.[9]
Marriage
Jervaise is married to Mrs Plenty[10], and the two share a fondness for bickering.[11] Like any long marriage, theirs has seen its fair share of rocky periods. Mr. Wines is well aware of this, occasionally stepping in as their marriage counselor.[12] Despite their conflicts, Jervaise has been a source of support for his wife, particularly in helping her recover from a certain quest[13]—though the experience has left him with deep mental scars.[14][15] However, his devotion is not absolute; he frequently visits the Parlour of Virtue, where his encounters with Sinning Jenny go beyond professional courtesies.[16]
Fruits of the Zee Festival of 1899
Following the events of The Grand Clearing-Out, Mr Wines sent Jervaise to Mutton Island in order to collect love stories–particularly ones of tempests and tragedy.[17] Despite already being married, Jervaise was willing to provide material for these stories himself.[18]
↑Surrender a third Mutton Island story, Fallen London Jervaise is nowhere to be found. He has left a note next to a cold pile of Rubbery Lumps […] 'Assume all's well with whatever you've put together. See Wines when you're back in London at festival's end. As for me, let him know I've gone fishing. J.'
↑Stories for Mr Wines, Fallen London Jervaise waits outside the Parlour, carrying a ledger in scarlet leather. He nods as you emerge, […] putting out a cigarette […]
↑Enlist help from the Drownies, Fallen London Jervaise's attempts to listen […] are ruined by […] attempts to plug his ears […] They want to make you into one of 'em, and I'm telling you my love, blue ain't your colour!" Jervaise mumbles something about a favour having been returned, and stalks away […]
↑Try Rubbery Lumps, Fallen London The Dashing Drownie abandons his Lump after one bite. "What say I fetch us some nice fresh fish instead?" Jervaise's eyes widen. "Oh thank God," he says. "Yes, please."
↑Sabotage a picnic, Fallen London All you need do is ensure that the contents of the basket are replaced with candles. The expression on the Hooded Woman's face, and the horror on Jervaise's as he registers it, is enough to put a lid on the whole afternoon.
