[ not fast enough to garner the upperhand. silently he curses, a hand falling upon his own sword without missing a beat. His weight shifts between feet, suspicion lining his face.
a face he does not recognize, with an accent he does. yet the man recognizes him- it does little to surprise him, especially if this man is of italy as cesare thinks. ]
When. [ he breathes a laugh. as casual as he tries to make himself appear a sharpness still clings to his tone. ] Of what consequence is it?
oh no precious /holds close
a face he does not recognize, with an accent he does. yet the man recognizes him- it does little to surprise him, especially if this man is of italy as cesare thinks. ]
When. [ he breathes a laugh. as casual as he tries to make himself appear a sharpness still clings to his tone. ] Of what consequence is it?