Ludivico felt a joy of relief at the opportunity to exit his current conversation.

"You are most welcome to join us." Ludivico said, interrupting the soldier, mid-sentence. 

The wide-eyed soldier's story was starting to unravel details about sexploits far too explicit for his taste. It spoke volumes on how it made a man like Ludivico uneasy, who, for most of his life spent his time amongst some of the foulest swashbucklers known to man. The soldier glanced up at the newcomer, shrugged his shoulders, and talked the ear off of the other poor sap sitting next to him.

"My name's Ludivico Nyambaya Locche, but Ludi, or Locche, will do." He said, rising from his seated position around the campfire, hand extended to shake his. After they introduced themselves, Ludivico turned his attention toward the three animals tailing Stefano like an entourage. 

"What fine companions you have here." He knelt to the grassy floor, extending an open palm full of leftover jerky for them to take. "Good breeds for hunting. That one there a wolf mix?" Ludivico then looked up at the man, eyeing the arquebus he was shouldering. "That's a nice piece you got there. Nothing like the Bremingtons or clumsy Faux rifles I peddle. Customization looks Dwarven."

[@Cuddle Pot]