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[color=04cf3a][b][i]City of Free Sail
Shepherd's Island
New World Colonies, Antillean Archipelago
Late Spring, Year 1621 A.A. (Anno Aeternus)[/i][/b][/color][hr][indent][color=darkgray]

[Color=04cf3a]"[I]Amore Mio[/i], My darling... the food was delightful, and I would be oh so appreciative if you were to replenish my cup, [i]per fevore[/i]."[/color]

[Color=white]"You're not getting a discount, Ladrocelli!"[/color] 

The young woman's tone was firm, but the smile on her face gave away the game. Piero had seated himself at the end of the bar, preferring solitary company as he flicked through a small waterlogged novella. Though, he had practically leaned over the counter with his empty tankard at the barmaid's approach. She raised an eyebrow, eliciting a playful rolling of the Medician's eyes. He set the book on the table next to his emptied wooden bowl, and quickly tossed a small coin on the counter. The barmaid nodded, and refilled his tankard with a pitcher of watered down wine. [Color=04cf3a]"[i]Grazie[/i]!"[/color]

Piero savored the cheap spirits, enjoying the usual alcoholic warmth that intermixed with the salty air. He was far from Bercentia, but he relished what few sensations reminded him of home. The man was dressed as he always was, sporting the typical base of a fine sailor's outfit with the tattered flair of a Medician. His red half-cape had seen better days, as had the old leather vest that tied the ensemble together. His well-polished sword and dagger sat prominently in their sheathes, one at either side of his waist. Piero noticed a few envious glances at the steel, and sighed as he stuffed the novella back into a vest pocket. He finished the drink in a few gulps before making his leave with a dramatic turn of his cape.

The streets bustled with the usual foot traffic. Piero kept one hand on the pommel of his sword while the other clutched at his coin purse at all times. He had learned the hard way to keep a careful watch on both as he walked these streets, as several denizens had rather unfortunately contracted a case of sticky palms. As he was oft to do, Piero strutted his way towards the docks, beelining for the large notice board. He needed to begin refilling his coffers, lest he be forced to degrade himself with menial labor. His hazel eyes scanned a few notices, before they finally settled between two. One promised adventure and treasure hunting... the very kind of work he had come to the Antillean for. But a hand drifted to the parchment of another, smoothing out the notice to get a better read. A wicked smile crossed his face.

[Color=04cf3a]"A woman of means needs a duelist... certainly Theus would demand I put the needs of others before my own..."[/color] Piero's sly smile betrayed his real motives as he spun on his heels and re-entered the crowd. He knew, given his limited standing and pittiable assets, that a strong connection would serve him best in the long run.

So, he was off to DiVacce manor... just as soon as he freshened up his appearance.
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