Tuke's eyes flicker around the tiny carriage. He has much to think about, but before he can, he needs to soothe the brewing storm among the family members. He quickly slides on his "clown face" - the doe-eyed, innocent expression that universally produces mischief and mirth in the Pancrezio clan.
"Whistle a tune, my fairmiss Magenta?", Tuke exclaims in a broad country accent. "La, you know I can't carry a tune in a bucket! I'd scare the horses and foul Blacky's powder! Why, I remember when Grandma Tuke sent me to whistle the goats in from the hills. It was the last time that she set me to honest work, let me tell you! I..."
The rather improbable story of Tuke, six malodorous goats, a shepherd girl, a lost moose, and a perfectly innocent gooseberry bush that should have known better rolls along.(1) Tuke's practiced a version of it for years, but he turns it into something both new and nostalgic for the family.
Even as he spins his buffoonery, Tuke's mind races:
- Roderigo couldn't pay the death tax? How much could that be?(2)
- What's going on between Magenta and Gianna? I'm a tool in this plot. What kind?
His eyes flicker over Agna, the silent little servant girl who somehow always knew more than she let on. Tuke hoped she knew what was going on now; maybe she could tell him later, if he tried hard enough.
The little fool had hoped that the death of the old penny pincher would relax the family's financial stresses. Now, it looked like they were perched on the edge of disaster. Something was coming; Tuke was certain of it. The idea filled him with dread, even as he smiled and laughed and reminded the family of happy times that never quite were.
(1)Perform(buffoonery) check, taking 10, result 20.
(2)Knowledge(local), rolled 14, result 14.
The Fall of House Pancrazio Chapter One
As the carriages arrive at the gates of Case Pancrazio, the heavy rain begins to weaken and slowly die. The Manor is a large two level structure with a long gabled roof and white washed brick walls. It is as unremarkable as most homes through out the country. Two small guest cottages can be seen near the eastern part of the building, while a vine choked greenhouse lies to the west. Wildflowers grow rampantly around the estate, though from the many weeds also through out it is clear the grounds are unattended to. The gates open as the carriages approach, the result of a long ago purchased enchantment. They are tall and massive-wrought iron, with sharpened points at their heads. Two man-sized statues of the goddess Ezra flank the gates.
The two carriages come to a stop in front of the Mansion. Emilio is the first to depart the vehicle, checking on the hitched animals. The horses are clearly exhausted from their task; hot breath steaming from their flared and slightly bloody nostrils, their skin stretched tight around the ribs of the beasts. He pats the neck of one horse comfortingly, a concerned look on his face.
Mariabella, the house cook, stands on the porch, the front doors of the Mansion open like lovers arms. The older woman wears a simple white blouse and black skirt, her dark hair long and tied in a braid. She had been a beauty in her youth one could easily see, but she had the broken eyes that a life of struggle brought on. She, like most Borcans, did not age well.
As Roderigo leaves the carriage, he moves quickly into the house and to the main staircase, taking the steps two at a time as he climbed them. Gianna waits for Emilio to help her out of the vehicle. Magenta follows equally assisted. Phebe hops out, clinging to her overstuffed bear. As Gianna walks up the steps of the porch and passes Mariabella she speaks without looking at the servant.
“Please show the guests to the Dining room when they arrive.”
With an air of arrogance Magenta follows her mother.
When Agna is close enough, the cook takes her by the arm and pulls her close.
“I hope you’ve finished grieving for the time dear, I need you to get changed so that we may assist all of the Masters guests when they arrive. Hurry girl.” Mariabella stops the younger servant again before she can leave. Her eyes are watery, yet warm. “The service? Was it good child?”
The two carriages come to a stop in front of the Mansion. Emilio is the first to depart the vehicle, checking on the hitched animals. The horses are clearly exhausted from their task; hot breath steaming from their flared and slightly bloody nostrils, their skin stretched tight around the ribs of the beasts. He pats the neck of one horse comfortingly, a concerned look on his face.
Mariabella, the house cook, stands on the porch, the front doors of the Mansion open like lovers arms. The older woman wears a simple white blouse and black skirt, her dark hair long and tied in a braid. She had been a beauty in her youth one could easily see, but she had the broken eyes that a life of struggle brought on. She, like most Borcans, did not age well.
As Roderigo leaves the carriage, he moves quickly into the house and to the main staircase, taking the steps two at a time as he climbed them. Gianna waits for Emilio to help her out of the vehicle. Magenta follows equally assisted. Phebe hops out, clinging to her overstuffed bear. As Gianna walks up the steps of the porch and passes Mariabella she speaks without looking at the servant.
“Please show the guests to the Dining room when they arrive.”
With an air of arrogance Magenta follows her mother.
When Agna is close enough, the cook takes her by the arm and pulls her close.
“I hope you’ve finished grieving for the time dear, I need you to get changed so that we may assist all of the Masters guests when they arrive. Hurry girl.” Mariabella stops the younger servant again before she can leave. Her eyes are watery, yet warm. “The service? Was it good child?”
"Seven Seals...Seven Rings...Seven Brides for the Scarlet King..."
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Tristan joins Emilio beside the exhausted horses.
''Poor beasts.''
He pats a big roan mare on her flank.
''I'll take care of them, Emilio. I'm sure you've other things to worry about today.''
After leading the horses back to the stables, Tristan proceeds to groom them, feed them, check for injuries,etc.
Once he's taken care of the horses, he plans on taking the hounds for a stroll across the grounds, weather permitting. He'll stop by the kitchen first, to see if Maribella has any scraps she can spare [the hounds are hungry, and so is Tristan]. If he runs into Tuke or one of the other servants, he'll take a moment to make conversation.
''Poor beasts.''
He pats a big roan mare on her flank.
''I'll take care of them, Emilio. I'm sure you've other things to worry about today.''
After leading the horses back to the stables, Tristan proceeds to groom them, feed them, check for injuries,etc.
Once he's taken care of the horses, he plans on taking the hounds for a stroll across the grounds, weather permitting. He'll stop by the kitchen first, to see if Maribella has any scraps she can spare [the hounds are hungry, and so is Tristan]. If he runs into Tuke or one of the other servants, he'll take a moment to make conversation.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
Phebe lets Harold take her by the arm though she jerks a bit to ensure he doesn't touch her bear. The girl was always that way with that stuffed animal; it was soiled and it stank, but she never let anyone wash it. The pair enter the house and Harold escorts Phebe to her room.
Tristan can tell by the way the horses nostrils are slightly bloody that they have been eating some of the wildflowers again. That or they were overworked. Checking the lips of the mare he sees bite marks from chewing. The wildflowers.
Eating them was like being doped in some Hazlani pipe den. Taking them to get feed, he discovers that there is hardly enough food for one horse, let alone four. Once again Tristan has to ration their meal. He'd delivered the goods request to Emilio a week prior yet still nothing. At least with the hounds he could find a mole or rabbit to help them get by.
Tristan can tell by the way the horses nostrils are slightly bloody that they have been eating some of the wildflowers again. That or they were overworked. Checking the lips of the mare he sees bite marks from chewing. The wildflowers.
Eating them was like being doped in some Hazlani pipe den. Taking them to get feed, he discovers that there is hardly enough food for one horse, let alone four. Once again Tristan has to ration their meal. He'd delivered the goods request to Emilio a week prior yet still nothing. At least with the hounds he could find a mole or rabbit to help them get by.
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"Seven Seals...Seven Rings...Seven Brides for the Scarlet King..."
Agna sat quietly during the carriage ride, apparently looking out the window at the rain, her hands wrapped in her shawl.
As she disembarks, she winces slightly at the sight of the half-starved horses.
At Mariabella's order, she nods and answers, "Yes, ma'am," and starts to move past.
Maria asks about the service. Agna stops and turns to her fully:
"Mm-hmm, very nice. There were a great many people there, even Lord Dilisnya. Too bad it was so grey. But I think overall it would have pleased Lady Luisa." (1)
Agna heads upstairs to her narrow chamber. She hangs her damp dress on one of the hooks to dry and spreads the shawl on her bed. Her petticoat is unspoiled, so she slips on her black dress and ties on a clean white apron. A hasty mirror inspection reveals the damage done by the rain to the front of her hair, so she unravels her braid for a re-comb and re-do. Braid re-done, she coils it up and piles it into a white snood that covers all but the very front of her hair. Neither especially comfortable or flattering, it's been required by Gianna since Agna was about 14.
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Finished, Agna moves toward the back stairs, which lead down into the kitchen. On the way, she passes Luisa's door and pauses for a moment's reflection. For that Luisa's drinking and wanderings frightened her in those last months, Luisa was always kind to her, and now she has lost that little kindness. She brushes the door frame with her fingers, squares her shoulders resolutely and hurries on to the kitchen, where someone is surely waiting to scold her about something.
(1)Bluff, DC 12, going for the little white lie.
As she disembarks, she winces slightly at the sight of the half-starved horses.
At Mariabella's order, she nods and answers, "Yes, ma'am," and starts to move past.
Maria asks about the service. Agna stops and turns to her fully:
"Mm-hmm, very nice. There were a great many people there, even Lord Dilisnya. Too bad it was so grey. But I think overall it would have pleased Lady Luisa." (1)
Agna heads upstairs to her narrow chamber. She hangs her damp dress on one of the hooks to dry and spreads the shawl on her bed. Her petticoat is unspoiled, so she slips on her black dress and ties on a clean white apron. A hasty mirror inspection reveals the damage done by the rain to the front of her hair, so she unravels her braid for a re-comb and re-do. Braid re-done, she coils it up and piles it into a white snood that covers all but the very front of her hair. Neither especially comfortable or flattering, it's been required by Gianna since Agna was about 14.
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Finished, Agna moves toward the back stairs, which lead down into the kitchen. On the way, she passes Luisa's door and pauses for a moment's reflection. For that Luisa's drinking and wanderings frightened her in those last months, Luisa was always kind to her, and now she has lost that little kindness. She brushes the door frame with her fingers, squares her shoulders resolutely and hurries on to the kitchen, where someone is surely waiting to scold her about something.
(1)Bluff, DC 12, going for the little white lie.
As Agna's fingers trace the floral and tortoise designs in the door frames wood, a memory comes to her. She was about nine, there had not been a fire yet, and she was sitting with Lady Luisa inside the greenhouse. Warm light shone upon the both of them. Purple tinged flowers and ferns grew around the women threatening to choke them both.
"Beware men child. They have only desires of power. Power over men, land. Power over you as a woman. I am a Borcan lady and no man will ever own or control me. This is a real lesson to learn; men are but for recreation. Or maybe for the conceit of an offspring. Never allow your heart to be stolen by one. They are petty and competitive."
The memory fades as the first sounds of Master Roderigo's guests arriving fills the halls of Casa Pancrazio.
"Beware men child. They have only desires of power. Power over men, land. Power over you as a woman. I am a Borcan lady and no man will ever own or control me. This is a real lesson to learn; men are but for recreation. Or maybe for the conceit of an offspring. Never allow your heart to be stolen by one. They are petty and competitive."
The memory fades as the first sounds of Master Roderigo's guests arriving fills the halls of Casa Pancrazio.
"Seven Seals...Seven Rings...Seven Brides for the Scarlet King..."
The guests are led into the dining room for the reception. Paintings and other works of art decorate the entire room, giving it an air of graceful elegance. Sunlight streams in through large windows of fine glass, scattering the floor with a mosaic of bright patches. Freshly cut flowers stand in various places around the dining room, filling the it with a soft fragrance that reminds one of expensive Dementlieuse perfume.
Many of the guests are from the funeral though a few present are not. A large man with medium length, wild looking brown hair is escorted by three men with thick black leather coats. They all wear rapiers at their waists. An emblem of a blue wine bottle marks the jackets of the brown haired man retinue.
In the kitchen Tristen locates some food scraps for the hounds easily. Mariabella works anxiously preparing the final touches of the reception dinner.
"Hello Tristen, Agna tells me the service was a beautiful one." The woman looks towards her cooking pots wiping a tear from her eye. "Be a dear and hand me those radishes."
She drops the vegetables in one by one. "I do hope things go as Master Roderigo has planned. I think I've used all the food in the house!" Mariabella lets out a nervous giggle, but her mouth has a hard line to it.
Agna enters the kitchen just then, changed into her more appropriate servant attire.
"Good, good." Mariabella takes no time in hastily handing Agna a serving tray filled with small round cakes. "Take these and hurry back."
Upstairs-
Harold stands patiently outside Phebe's room waiting for the girl to change. The central dressing room used to be where Phebe kept her sparse wardrobe, but things changed when Magenta came to live in Casa Pancrazio. Dozens of expensive dresses and shoes promptly crowded Phebe out.
Casting a reflexive glance towards the dressing room Harold watches the door knob turn slowly by itself and the door open outward slightly.
Many of the guests are from the funeral though a few present are not. A large man with medium length, wild looking brown hair is escorted by three men with thick black leather coats. They all wear rapiers at their waists. An emblem of a blue wine bottle marks the jackets of the brown haired man retinue.
In the kitchen Tristen locates some food scraps for the hounds easily. Mariabella works anxiously preparing the final touches of the reception dinner.
"Hello Tristen, Agna tells me the service was a beautiful one." The woman looks towards her cooking pots wiping a tear from her eye. "Be a dear and hand me those radishes."
She drops the vegetables in one by one. "I do hope things go as Master Roderigo has planned. I think I've used all the food in the house!" Mariabella lets out a nervous giggle, but her mouth has a hard line to it.
Agna enters the kitchen just then, changed into her more appropriate servant attire.
"Good, good." Mariabella takes no time in hastily handing Agna a serving tray filled with small round cakes. "Take these and hurry back."
Upstairs-
Harold stands patiently outside Phebe's room waiting for the girl to change. The central dressing room used to be where Phebe kept her sparse wardrobe, but things changed when Magenta came to live in Casa Pancrazio. Dozens of expensive dresses and shoes promptly crowded Phebe out.
Casting a reflexive glance towards the dressing room Harold watches the door knob turn slowly by itself and the door open outward slightly.
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Tuke mingles his way through the dining room, keeping up a steady patter of comedy, magic tricks, and occasional juggling routines. Wherever conversation flags or boredom creeps in, Tuke is there, providing the life of the party.(1) He makes a particular point of watching Roderigo - or any other family members that join the crowd. Whenever they speak to a guest, he's nearby and ready to make conversation sparkle as needs be.(2)
Tuke notices the wild-haired man and his retinue; he makes a point of performing especially for them, juggling five brandy glasses before handing each man a drink. "That's the problem with little fellows like me - we just can't hold our liquor," Tuke laughs as he spins the glasses into the air. I'm almost certain I've seen that emblem before...(3) He works hard to impress the nobleman and his guards.(4) Tuke has a cold pit in his stomach as it dawns on him just how bad the Pancrazio's finances are. Roderigo can't get into that vault... or it never really had anything in it. He couldn't even afford the five silver for the death tax. I might have to find a new patron, and soon. Maybe blue-bottle here can serve as my next meal ticket.
Tuke slides out of the dining room at one point just long enough to grab a glass of lemon water and a roll, just as Anga's returning to the kitchen and Tristen's rounding up some scraps. "How goes it, Blacky? Taken a look at all the peacocks Roderigo's managed to corral into the house to see the old penny pincher off?"
His mood sinks even further when he sees Agna. He's always liked the quiet serving girl. He can find another patron without too much difficulty, but if she was turned out onto the streets...
Then he glances back at the rough, somber, taciturn Tristan, and a shrewd notion pops into his head.
Of course!, he thinks. All I need to do is play matchmaker - get those two married off, and Agna is set for life. Tristen will never want for a noble master, either, I reckon - he's too deft a hand with his smoke powder not to be wanted.
Now I just have to figure out how to get those two to fall in love. How hard can that be?
(1) Perform(buffoonery), taking 10, result 20.
(2) Aid another actions on Diplomacy checks as needed.
(3) Bardic knowledge check, rolled 9, result 13.
(4) Perform(bufoonery), swaying attitude from indifferent to friendly, taking 10, result 20.
Tuke notices the wild-haired man and his retinue; he makes a point of performing especially for them, juggling five brandy glasses before handing each man a drink. "That's the problem with little fellows like me - we just can't hold our liquor," Tuke laughs as he spins the glasses into the air. I'm almost certain I've seen that emblem before...(3) He works hard to impress the nobleman and his guards.(4) Tuke has a cold pit in his stomach as it dawns on him just how bad the Pancrazio's finances are. Roderigo can't get into that vault... or it never really had anything in it. He couldn't even afford the five silver for the death tax. I might have to find a new patron, and soon. Maybe blue-bottle here can serve as my next meal ticket.
Tuke slides out of the dining room at one point just long enough to grab a glass of lemon water and a roll, just as Anga's returning to the kitchen and Tristen's rounding up some scraps. "How goes it, Blacky? Taken a look at all the peacocks Roderigo's managed to corral into the house to see the old penny pincher off?"
His mood sinks even further when he sees Agna. He's always liked the quiet serving girl. He can find another patron without too much difficulty, but if she was turned out onto the streets...
Then he glances back at the rough, somber, taciturn Tristan, and a shrewd notion pops into his head.
Of course!, he thinks. All I need to do is play matchmaker - get those two married off, and Agna is set for life. Tristen will never want for a noble master, either, I reckon - he's too deft a hand with his smoke powder not to be wanted.
Now I just have to figure out how to get those two to fall in love. How hard can that be?
(1) Perform(buffoonery), taking 10, result 20.
(2) Aid another actions on Diplomacy checks as needed.
(3) Bardic knowledge check, rolled 9, result 13.
(4) Perform(bufoonery), swaying attitude from indifferent to friendly, taking 10, result 20.
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Tristan smiles to see his friend.
''Hello, Tuke. Yes, quite a lot of guests. ''
He takes a drink of hot tea from his wooden mug before continuing,
''Oh, I've brought you a little something. Try this.''
Tristan hands the little fellow a tin flask.
''Hello, Tuke. Yes, quite a lot of guests. ''
He takes a drink of hot tea from his wooden mug before continuing,
''Oh, I've brought you a little something. Try this.''
Tristan hands the little fellow a tin flask.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
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Tuke takes a sip, and sighs deeply as the liquid stars in the flask warm his bones. "Oh, lovely, lovely, lovely stuff, Blacky. Where do you get this nectar?"
He closes his eyes for a moment and relaxes. Then he looks Tristan straight in the face. He lets the worry show as he touches the rim of one of the barely-full glasses meant for the guests. His expression clearly conveys the message to Tristan: "Threadbare stuff. I'm worried. Are you?"(1)
(1) Bluff check, secret message, Sense Motive 18 to intercept.
He closes his eyes for a moment and relaxes. Then he looks Tristan straight in the face. He lets the worry show as he touches the rim of one of the barely-full glasses meant for the guests. His expression clearly conveys the message to Tristan: "Threadbare stuff. I'm worried. Are you?"(1)
(1) Bluff check, secret message, Sense Motive 18 to intercept.
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Irving the Meek wrote:Tuke takes a sip, and sighs deeply as the liquid stars in the flask warm his bones. "Oh, lovely, lovely, lovely stuff, Blacky. Where do you get this nectar?"
He closes his eyes for a moment and relaxes. Then he looks Tristan straight in the face. He lets the worry show as he touches the rim of one of the barely-full glasses meant for the guests. His expression clearly conveys the message to Tristan: "Threadbare stuff. I'm worried. Are you?"(1)
(1) Bluff check, secret message, Sense Motive 18 to intercept.
''Get it? I made it, Tuke. That little still I built works pretty well. The only problem is getting good mash- a lot of the plants around here seem to be tainted- probably something bad in the soil. ''
Seeing Tuke's gesture, Tristan nods.
''Oh...yes, I've, uh, noticed that too.''
Tristan goes on,
'' I don't imagine it'll win us a great fortune overnight, but if we could manage to distill a goodly quantity, and sell it...we could a least feed the poor animals and maybe earn the household some much needed coin to offset other expenses. Importing untainted plants for mash will cost coin we haven't got. I've considered exploring that big canyon nearby to look for untainted plants, maybe junipers. ''
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
Tuke indeed recalls the wine bottle symbol on the guardsman's coats. It is the coat of arms for the Enzo family out of Sturben. When Tuke worked for Agosto, The Enzo family were the main nobles the old man dealt with. They controlled many wineries and vineyards around Sturben and traded wines to The Fiorella's.
The noble man present was Lothario Enzo. Tuke recalled he had voracious appetites for both wine and other, darker vices.
The noble man present was Lothario Enzo. Tuke recalled he had voracious appetites for both wine and other, darker vices.
"Seven Seals...Seven Rings...Seven Brides for the Scarlet King..."
Agna takes the plate of cakes and hurries upstairs.
As she winds her way around the knots of chatting people, she does not speak unless to answer a question with a quick answer: "Yes, sir", "I'll ask someone to see to it, sir", "I"ll let Cook know, ma'am." She generally maintains the professional servant demeanor, but some of Tuke's patter provokes a smile that she struggles to hide completely. Tuke has always been kind to her, and backstairs is so much livelier since he arrived.
The wild-haired nobleman and his retinue inspire uneasiness in her. They are the kind that tend to stare too long and make the vulgar remarks these days. They weren't at the funeral; why are they here? Tuke seems to be working especially hard to entertain them. Are they being a problem? (1)
Agna continues into the dining room, which is polished to its high shine through her efforts. She carefully arranges the platters on the sideboard, then nips a flower and leaf from the back of an arrangement to tuck into the cakes like a sweet-smelling garnish. Hopefully such pretty arranging will distract from any sparseness; Mariabella is trying so hard to make a feast from a near-empty cupboard. Before she leaves, Agna pauses and looks back to see if anything is out of place. (2)
Agna takes a slightly circuitous route back to the kitchen, wending her way behind people to keep out of sight of the nobleman and his group, picking up the occasional lost glass and doing her best to look like she's just taking care of business. (3)
Once inside the door to the downstairs, she can permit herself the full-out smile and giggle Tuke's jokes were encouraging earlier as she hurries back downstairs.
(1) Sense Motive, taking 10, result 22
(2) Spot check, rolled 12, result 19
(3) Bluff check, rolled 18, result 19
As she winds her way around the knots of chatting people, she does not speak unless to answer a question with a quick answer: "Yes, sir", "I'll ask someone to see to it, sir", "I"ll let Cook know, ma'am." She generally maintains the professional servant demeanor, but some of Tuke's patter provokes a smile that she struggles to hide completely. Tuke has always been kind to her, and backstairs is so much livelier since he arrived.
The wild-haired nobleman and his retinue inspire uneasiness in her. They are the kind that tend to stare too long and make the vulgar remarks these days. They weren't at the funeral; why are they here? Tuke seems to be working especially hard to entertain them. Are they being a problem? (1)
Agna continues into the dining room, which is polished to its high shine through her efforts. She carefully arranges the platters on the sideboard, then nips a flower and leaf from the back of an arrangement to tuck into the cakes like a sweet-smelling garnish. Hopefully such pretty arranging will distract from any sparseness; Mariabella is trying so hard to make a feast from a near-empty cupboard. Before she leaves, Agna pauses and looks back to see if anything is out of place. (2)
Agna takes a slightly circuitous route back to the kitchen, wending her way behind people to keep out of sight of the nobleman and his group, picking up the occasional lost glass and doing her best to look like she's just taking care of business. (3)
Once inside the door to the downstairs, she can permit herself the full-out smile and giggle Tuke's jokes were encouraging earlier as she hurries back downstairs.
(1) Sense Motive, taking 10, result 22
(2) Spot check, rolled 12, result 19
(3) Bluff check, rolled 18, result 19
Agna can feel the staring eyes of Lothario on her as she moves through out the dining room with her tray of cakes and coffee pot. His glare makes her skin crawl-one does not need magic to know whats on his mind.
"Roderigo, you have such....lovely help." Lothario seems to be perspiring and he wets his lips repeatedly. His predatory eyes are narrow and hard.
The look the Master shoots Agna is clear-remove yourself from this man quickly
"Yes of course Lothario. My mother's ward. Thank you for coming. I was wondering if I can count on your continued support. We have much business to discuss."
"In due time Roderigo, in due time." Lothario Enzo never takes his eyes off the serving girl.
"Roderigo, you have such....lovely help." Lothario seems to be perspiring and he wets his lips repeatedly. His predatory eyes are narrow and hard.
The look the Master shoots Agna is clear-remove yourself from this man quickly
"Yes of course Lothario. My mother's ward. Thank you for coming. I was wondering if I can count on your continued support. We have much business to discuss."
"In due time Roderigo, in due time." Lothario Enzo never takes his eyes off the serving girl.
"Seven Seals...Seven Rings...Seven Brides for the Scarlet King..."