06-21-2012, 05:02 PM
Sometime in the beginning?
Now that the party had truly started Lorenzo had disentangled himself from Juliet's loving embrace and set himself the task of finding the Cercatori leader. He hoped to one day become their ambassador and figured that meeting with the leader and proving himself to be a gentleman would give a good impression of both himself, his father and Casa as a whole. Earlier in the evening Lorenzo had come into the Great Hall and deposited his gifts on Casa's table, intent on giving them later in the evening when he could talk to Skye face to face.
Now the male had returned to the table and collected the luxurious white furred coat and beautiful carved flower in bloom. As much as he understood the coat was made from some kind of weasel or polecat, some kind of animal like that. The trader he had seen had wanted a high price for it and its quality was obviously displayed, it came with a hood attached and the entire thing was lined with soft downy fur, perfect for keeping warm.
The brace of pheasants were slung over his shoulders, luckily killing them involved only snapping their necks after stunning them so none of them dripped blood onto the nice floor or his cloak. His eyes were sharp as they looked about, trying to find the elusive leader.
Now that the party had truly started Lorenzo had disentangled himself from Juliet's loving embrace and set himself the task of finding the Cercatori leader. He hoped to one day become their ambassador and figured that meeting with the leader and proving himself to be a gentleman would give a good impression of both himself, his father and Casa as a whole. Earlier in the evening Lorenzo had come into the Great Hall and deposited his gifts on Casa's table, intent on giving them later in the evening when he could talk to Skye face to face.
Now the male had returned to the table and collected the luxurious white furred coat and beautiful carved flower in bloom. As much as he understood the coat was made from some kind of weasel or polecat, some kind of animal like that. The trader he had seen had wanted a high price for it and its quality was obviously displayed, it came with a hood attached and the entire thing was lined with soft downy fur, perfect for keeping warm.
The brace of pheasants were slung over his shoulders, luckily killing them involved only snapping their necks after stunning them so none of them dripped blood onto the nice floor or his cloak. His eyes were sharp as they looked about, trying to find the elusive leader.