Machiavellian, my dear
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Sebastian, though placing little faith in unseen forces, appreciated Orin's sentiments. The vibrant lady continued to speak, explaining herself as a writer and many other interesting things. A bookshop owner, a mother, an animal tender... The biggest question was why she wasn't a bookshop owner now as well, and why she had changed rank. But he didn't pry just yet. That could wait.

The Seekers of Art, Cercatori D'Arte. A pack named in his own native tongue, no less. Bringing beauty back into the world. As if the world needed it. No work of art could compare to the world's natural beauty, in his opinion. Not even the human wonders he had seen. Still, it was an honourable goal.

Skye Collins, some unfamiliar names... Yes, he had skirted around the borders before. And then, at last, a new question for Sebastian.

A charming, slightly bashful smile stayed on his muzzle as he spoke. "The city of Sabini," he said fondly. "Where the humans called Italy, or Italia. It was quite a different place." Sebastian levelled a look into the territory, peering into the trees.

Unsure of how to continue, Sebastian glanced to the ground before his eyes returned to Orin's face. "Perhaps you could teach me some of Cercatori D'Arte's history, or something about the leaders?" It always helped to know a pack's history, and it never hurt to have some knowledge of the leaders. Play it safe, Sebastian.


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