(2018-05-07) The Fabulous Singing Albricis
Its all a matter of taste
arabella faraman 
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Summary:
Raffaino is gathering provisions for a ride, a variety of individuals cross paths
Related:
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Misc Info:
Ask and ye shall receive, maybe?
carmilla cesare raffiano 

And here is Raffiano, looks cool and collected. More so than usual, no practice today at sword or martial exercises. In fact, he's here in close fitting clothes with larger than normal boots it seems. One may guess he's about to go riding or something. But he is here, at the bar, asking about provisions for travel and a ceramic jug to hold some cool wine for the ride it seems. But he can't settle on one wine, so he has a few in front of him to sample. That or get a start on drinking one of the two. He says to the keep there, "I think this red one should be fun, can I taste the rosa wine again?" A pause, more poured, "This is your own vintage you say, brewed out back? I may have you make a cask for Albrici, this is pretty good wine sir." The keep thanks the Signore for the compliment, stays near at hand to finish the order of provisions as Raffiano leans an elbow onto the bar, slants and crosses one leg over the other in that propped stand against the bar, giving the room a look over.

*

There was plenty left over from the feast and Arabella had been sent over with a care package for the Prince. Having already delivered it, she comes back down from the second floor rooms lifting her skirts as she walks down. Her hair is slightly in disarray, which could look.. pretty bad, since the room she'd just been in contained a Prince! Lifting her hands, she smooths it as she manages down the stairs and looks about briefly. Catching sight of the Albrici at the counter, she blushes and if he catches sight of her, she will approach instead of rushing out, embarrassed.

*

Faraman has arrived.

*

Raffiano is leaning upon the bar, sampling some wines, picking out provession for a potential ride at some point today. Arabella is coming down from upstairs, having visited the Prince's room, as to why it is uncertain but an edge of disarray to her hair.
Enjoying his wine, looking none that good himself by way of seeming laxidasical, Raffiano does catch sight of her. His eyes widden just a little, faux-surprise though, for those familiar with his expressions. "Behold," he calls out, just enough towards her, not to call out to the entire Inn. "What manner of adventure was this?" He pushes off, stands more up right. "TO think I have missed something of it to, a shame, cuz shall never let this one down." Or more, doesn't matter what is or has been done, so much as, they'd harass each other either way. "Joining for a drink? I'm trying to decide which would be best for a ride today." He makes room where there are a few cups with wine at the bar for his samplings already.

*

Wine, free wine. It was like winning a hand at gambling. Arabella approaches and finally gets her hair smoothed down with a touch of a frown and pink to her cheeks. "I have never been so embarrassed in all of my entire life." Stressing the words all and entire, just to get the point across. Dropping ever so gracefully onto one of the seats, she pouts a little and looks up through her lashes at him sort of coquettishly. "Might I have two drinks. One for each hand perhaps? Lest I make ample fool of myself again this day at least it will be blamed on the drink!" Exhaling, she offers another smoothing down of her hair.

*

One of the mercenaries in the employ as city guards, lesser magistrates, sheriffs and all around keepers of the law of the good city of Matora casually enters the inn. The cloak he wears over his chain armor bears the sigil of the city, while his tabard holds the Wyvern of his Company. The helmet comes off the moment he steps inside, with a sigh of relief at that. He has atrocious helmet hair underneath. In fact both his hair and his thick dark beard could use a trim. There's some shadows under his near-black eyes, though for all that they're both alert and shrewd. He puts on a white toothed smile as he approaches the bar.

The keep seems to be familiar with him. Initially there's a frown for the intrusion, but as the guardsman comes closer it becomes a quite transparently fake smile. The kind you give to someone you'd wish would go ahead and die, preferably somewhere out of sight, but life just keeps screwing you on that account.

"Signore, Signora, A good day to you both!" Faraman greets the nobles at the bar with a courteous bow, his head dipping in respectful deference to the pair. All the while he half hidden gives the keep a vague hand signal. The keep sighs miserable defeat. If Faraman notices, he acts utterly oblivious to it.

*

"Exactly so, one for each hand I shall absolutely blame the drinker," teases Raffaino back, "I'm deciding between this red and that rosa." Something for the keep to do, even while fake smiling to the member of the guard that has arrived. If Raffiano noticed that faux smile, he doesn't help. "Good day Signore Wyvern, come we seek guidance in a matter of professional opinion." As if that made it all the more serious. "If we are not distracting from your duties. Signora Arabella and I are pondering the virtue of this fine red and that rosa, which is a vintage of the Porta del Sol Inn." He doesn't say why he's after that wine, just that opinions are welcome. A grin to Arabella than, "I shall speak of this moment to no one then, outside of my family at least." Which in itself is probably a tease. He shuffles a little at the bar, to allow room for the two to join there, which shouldn't be hard to accomodate at this time of day. Just depends who else may be visiting or staying at the Inn.

*

While noting the arrival of the mercenary, Arabella does not fake a smile so much as give a listless sort of wave with no smile at all. "Should I explain what happened?" Taking up in one hand, the red and the other the rosa, uncertain even which is which, herself. Perhaps Raffiano had kept track. of that so he could gauge which she preferred best. There is a glance towards the stairs upwards then a withering look into each of the wine containers before she lifts first one for a sip then a second. She only gasps a touch, "I forgot it is not watered here. I take it that way at home." With a positively wicked smile, she sips each one again, for good measure. "Have you ever made a fool of yourself in front of a Prince?"

*

"Professional?" Asks the Venture officer, giving his beard a thoughtful scratch. "Well, I cannot claim it falls within my usual purview as that, but in this particular case I dare say I've sampled at least the rose enough times to be able to guarantee its satisfaction for any palate. I rarely step foot inside without having at least a cup for the road!" The sell-up doesn't seem to improve the keep's opinion of him. If anything it sours. Without having asked, a cup of said vintage appears. Without ever looking, Faraman tips it slightly to the side, and with his free hand smooth-as-smooth-can-be pockets something that'd been hidden underneath. The cup itself he lifts up and salutes the pair, once again dipping his head respectfully. "To your good health! May the day bring you only wonders and joy. And less Princes to make a fool of oneself in front of. I try to avoid them altogether, if I can. A fickle sort, if I may be so bold as to say. Might bestow you fortune one day, or ask your head the next." There's just the hint of a slight grimace there, as if it touches on a personal experience.

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| Raffiano (Awareness) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 11 Status: |
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*

Other than it being a weird sort of going on between the keep and Faraman, Raffiano seems to be oblivious to the slide of something under the cup to the guard. Even if little effort to hide it took place other than a few quick moves. Maybe caught between the words. He does answer the question from Arabella, "Depends, I've met a fellow calling himself the Prince of the Alleyways of Matora, blind, smelled, and demanded I pay the toll to use his alley one dark night. I paid, and passed, but tripped in passing. That was embarassing, but I don't think he noticed so much." Too much maybe, not what she was looking for, he does lift his cup, to tap at Arabella's rose wine, which he was tracking, and then to Faraman's cup. "To your health as well Signore Wyvern. You may be so bold to say so. I am no Prince, but I can see this assessment, Princes are fickle." He lifts to drink his cup to the salute and the addition of prince being fickle it seems. Half a grin wider, he turns his smile back to Arabella, "Only explain if you wish, is it a good story or one you do not wish to share? I would be glad for an amusing story, but not at your expense Signora."

*

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| Arabella (Awareness) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 9 Mod: 0 Total: 9 |
| Roll: 6 Status: |
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*

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| Arabella (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 8 Mod: 0 Total: 8 |
| Roll: 11 Status: |
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*

Arabella had only had a couple of sips so the toast was well placed from Raffiano as she returns it. When the Wyvern mercenary accepts his, she watches the exchange, wondering at the reaction of the keep in return for the kind words of the mercenary. It is when he pockets the shiny coin that she considers and a shrewd look comes over her features. Anything she might have said though, is eaten up by the remembered embarrassment. "Prince of the Alley?" An incredulous look to Raffiano. "A real Prince, the one upstairs. I was sent with a care package from the family over to bring it to him and upon delivery, my hair closed in the door and I almost spilled everything. Oh the Prince was really gracious about it all the while trying not to laugh. I just got out of there as quickly as I could." Of course this brings her gaze back to the Mercenary. "You get paid to drink here?" Nope, nothing covert about the frank question, she's not able to coerce information since she's too much in a funk to manipulate very well.

*

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| Faraman (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 4 Status: |
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*

Faraman barks out a quick chuckle at Raffiano's story of the beggar prince. Then he gets a bit more serious. He says: "Should the Signore describe the alley in question, I may have some idea of whom he is speaking. I would be more than happy to serve in delivering the miscreant a message. A gentleman of the city should be able to walk where he pleases, even at night. Though, sadly, there are parts of town where it is not always entirely advisable. Especially when having had a bit to drink."

At Arabella's question he blinks in profound confusion! What on earth is she talking about? Look at him, innocent and dutiful and honorable constable of the city that he is! Still, he says with a smile: "I should be! Nothing like a regular who can intervene in trouble with the threat of the stockades, eh?" He chuckles good-naturedly. The keep sighs.

*

A chuckle from Raffiano, "Right, he had no crown, but I do not doubt it was his demasne. I would not wish to upset such fate, I paid the toll." A chuckle again as he throws that out there, and then a nod as he listens. The Albrici turns his eyes to the guard, "Oh, it was just north of the docks, not far from the Siren. There is a little face in the stucco of a house there, cracked in half to look sort of menacing. No need to bring him in, well, I suppose if he really does accoust someone." As if he thinks the Prince of the Alley is just a blind begger more than a menace to society.
"That does sound embraccing, and yet gracious on behalf of the Prince. Where it in front of me.,"

*

A chuckle from Raffiano, "Right, he had no crown, but I do not doubt it was his demasne. I would not wish to upset such fate, I paid the toll." A chuckle again as he throws that out there, and then a nod as he listens. The Albrici turns his eyes to the guard, "Oh, it was just north of the docks, not far from the Siren. There is a little face in the stucco of a house there, cracked in half to look sort of menacing. No need to bring him in, well, I suppose if he really does accoust someone." As if he thinks the Prince of the Alley is just a blind begger more than a menace to society.
"That does sound embraccing, and yet gracious on behalf of the Prince. Where it in front of me," A shrug, no telling, he might of teased just a little. As for the paid to drink, Raffiano has no idea, but lifts a brow, seeing how Faraman answered, then a look to Arabella to see if that contented her curiousity on the matter.

*

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| Arabella (Trusting) |
| -----— |
| Success Trusting |
| -
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| Trusting |
| Trait: 10 Roll: 4 |
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*

It was the keeps reaction that Arabella had noticed in the first place and the Sabastino studies the mercenary for a moment longer with a slightly narrow eyed suspicion. Then a nod is given and she lets it go, deciding for now to take the man at his word. "I suppose that makes sense, you offer protection in return for the coin they gave you, and for free drinking." She saw the coin, on that she will not back down, but he explained it away. "Do all of the guards get payment too?"
With a look to Raffiano, she lifts the rose one, "I prefer this one by far over the other. The taste after drinking is better than this one. It leaves a sickly sweet flavor that seems almost soured."

*

Faraman clears his throat, smiles, and eagerly tries to let this particular conversational direction die a quiet and unnoticed death. He precludes himself from answering by being clearly occupied by drinking from his wine. He makes sounds to show his enjoyment and approval of the rose in question. There's a few gracious nods in the keep's direction too, as if to say: thank you! This was very very good! You're too kind! For the moment, he fades a a bit into the background.

*

At least for Raffiano, he didn'e see it so much, but he does consider what Arabella says, "I suppose that could well be true, but perhaps not overly popular, I'd imagine the Ventura Council would become aware of such activity and shift the contract to another of the Ventura?" He thinks at least, but then, maybe the others would be worse if such where true, he takes more wine in with a swallow. The red, "Yes, very sour, you two are right, the Rose wine it is. Perfect for a warming day such as this." He stays out of the coin switch, exchange. Instead he turns to the keep who is keeping quiet on the matter for the now. "Maybe two jugs of this wine, it seems favored. I'll try to assure one makes it to my brother, would be good for a feast I believe."

*

"Oh is your family having a feast as well? I so do wish someone would host a tournament. I love to watch them, all of the colors flying of the banners, there are so many people from further away in the city. Watching mystery knights as they try and win." Even adding, "The very public ransoms demanded for horses and armor." It was all part of it! "Whichever family does it, is sure to gain the attention of the Prince, I imagine." Arabella looks contemplative, "Do you think they would break the contract with the Wyvern then?" Perhaps that surprises her but she shrugs it off. Who protects the city was not a particular care to her.

*

Faraman grits his teeth, but forces a smile through anyway. "Let's not get carried away," he suggests as he sets down an empty cup. Where'd all that rose gone? "I can assure you that the Wyvern Company is dedicated to its contract, and in no way has, or would act, in any way that would put it in jeopardy. My apologies for allowing any misunderstanding to stand. We administer both justice and offer protection to all under our charge without any sort of demand or expectation of recompense beyond what the good city offers us!" He gives them both a deep bow, then clear his throat. "Speaking of which, I'm afraid my break is coming to an end, and duty does call. Yes. Ah. Yes. Very important to get back to my rounds. I'm indebted to you both for the great pleasure," he emphasizes the word with all the sycophancy he can muster, "and honor of your invaluable conversation. Thank you! Much thanks. Ahem." One more bow, and he picks up his helmet.

*

"A tournament would be good, maybe I could talk Nicolo into hosting one for some of the houses to attend. See if he can get the Prince or someone to visit with use too." But Raffiano isn't certain that could happen, its a thought he leaves out there. "Or, get a few beautiful Signoras to come and dance at our House even." He acts as if serioualy considering it, not that he had much weight in pursuaing his brother to do any such thing. He cuold go on, but Faraman returns about the contract, to which the Albrici listens and nods, "See, all is on the level. I mean I suppose the Ventura Council could, but I don't know how much work that would involve. I don't really know any members of the council." Or not that he knows of at least, who knows. "I am sorry we have kept you Sir. If there is any problem with your rounds, you may send any such inquiries on what you were doing to Raffiano di Albrici, I'll express that I kept your time from your duties if it is needed."

*

"Oh, Signore, I would never presume that you would ever do anything against your employer." Arabella is quick to impart before he actually does leave. "I know Sabastino are grateful to each and every member of the Wyvery Company and the safety they provide us in the city." With that reassurance given to Faraman, the Signora turns to Raffiano, "I think if your brother did host one it would bring your house a lot of attention." Her nose crinkles at the 'beautiful signora's' coming to dance. "I wish you luck with that. Perhaps you could find some willing to do so from the Siren's Song."

*

"Nothing to be sorry for, Signore Raffiano di Albrici. Like I said, my honor and pleasure. Signora di Sabastino, thank you. Glad to be of service. " But he is quite quick to get out of there once the pleasantries are out of the way. Quite double the pace with which he had entered, eager for a drink (and something more). Still, there is a not unpercetable sigh released when he stands on the threshold of the baking sun outside. Its with defeated misery he puts his helmet back on and goes outside to continue his rounds.

*

Faraman leaves, heading towards the Via Impero [Via Impero].

*

Faraman has left.

*

Seemingly at ease with the inn ambient, a tiny girl moves between the tables carrying some sort of jug with her as white ribbons flaunter from her hair. Noticing the departing guard, Carmilla offers him a brief curtsy, as much as she manages without spilling anything before landing herself closer to the pair, "Signor, Signora. May I help you with your glasses? I do believe this brew offers a special taste, albeit an acquired one as different types of wood are used to keep it well conserved."

*

"Well, he was a character," returns Raffiano to Arabella as Faraman parts company. As much as he'd intended to get to that riding he'd planned, it seems the Albrici son (or sibling now) is as content here in the Inn. Curiously his elbow wanders back to the bar and he crosses an angle over his other leg again, using the bar for support. "If Nicolo would listen, maybe, he's always concered about the bottom line of his finances, but I always wonder what the point is of raising that bottom line if its never used." Then he turns as Carmilla approaches and he nods, "More of the rose wine." Then a pause, "The wood you say, that's fascinating, so if it is a little sour it could well be in part the wood, more so than the vine, when conserving wine?" He eyes Arabella, maybe she know something of that. "And the jugs too, I'll get to taking them with me eventually." Even though the drinking, for him, continues here at the Inn.

*

Arabella still has one in each hand, though the mostly full one in one hand is returned to the top of the long counter/bar. She keeps the rose wine in hand and sips it. "For some reason the keep gave him coin beneath his cup and he collected it. Then he thanked them profusely, complimenting them all the while the keep kept looking disgruntled. But he does seem the honest sort, or at least that was my read on him. I rarely see negatives in people though." Another sip, it is stronger than she is used to but she is not acting a fool. Perhaps that was limited to once per day. "Convince your brother for some sort of get together. It only makes your house look better." As she looks at the other girl, she gives a shake of her head. "This will be too much for me if I finish it, but thank you for the offer."

*

The girl leans a bit over the table to pour the wine, standing by the right side of Raffiano, "I daresay even the quality of the water must affect it somehow." She suggests, trying to keep a smile on her face as she does so, "But still, the vines are the source of the flavor, you can have the purest water and the best wood, bad vines will never make a wine like this." Carmilla dips her head to Arabella, "I hope you will find yourself comfortable here, Signora, please let me know should you need anything from the house.

*

Carmilla has partially disconnected.

*

"Curious, maybe it was a wager and the guard came to collect," begins Raffiano, who only has one cup so can lift his free hand to rub his chin curiously enough. "I'll try to convince him that he may seem cheap by not hosting such an event, but alas, I do respect his decision." Left slightly dangling, how much could he persuade and get away with. Leaning lower himself, Raffiano certainly looks at the girl leaning over the table, his manners find him, a moment later maybe, he looks to her face. "Ah, this is good to know, good woman." A corner of his lip curls in a smile then, "I mean that a good vine deserves the best water to bring out its quality, and then the best wood bring it together." A slight nod, then he continues, "Oh, anything we might need in the house?" He may have altered the words just a little.

*

Contemplating, Arabella looks down into the rose wine before taking another sip as Raffiano gets his refill. "It would be a good way to maybe get him to do things. It is what I did to my brother Cristofano. I convinced him a Spring Feast was necessary and that to host the first party of this season was completely mandatory, because then he is the leader, not the follower. Perhaps the same could be said of your older brother. We need to keep our brothers busy." Watching Carmilla a moment, she smiles, "I should be going soon, thank you for the offer though. I should come here more often than the Albatross. The staff is certainly friendlier."

*

"Just like the one we offer here!" Carmilla says, always loyal to her workplace. She moves a finger towards her mouth as Raffiano poses her a question, "Maybe I could offer something, in the house, a small singing demonstration. While this isn't exactly my forte, it's one of the arts that I appreciate the most." The girl suggests with a smile, which is only broadened by the words of Arabella "Oh, please do so, Signora! Especially if you're in the mood to chit chat, it always makes me happy when I learn something new from my patrons."

*

"What if he waits, to be the first of next season," ponders Raffiano aloud, taking a drink of his wine. Feigning that its a dramatic thing, convincing siblings to do things, he gives a sigh. "If not, I shall find my own party to attend. Will there be another Sabastino Feast soon. I admit I enjoyed the dancing." A grin back to Arabella, then a pause, "So soon, the wine was not that good I take it?" To her leaving that is, as she seems ready to got. But then a look to Carmilla, "Sure, singing sounds good, this is something you do? I would be delighted to hear. I am a fine judge of vocal quality. I have an ear for harmony its said." Which sounds like he's blowing smoke because he probably is, and grinning about it, knowing he full well lacks such capacity.

*

"What if the same person this season finds it so helpful they opt to do it next season also?" Arabella laughs, just joking around a little now. "There are no plans for a feast again so soon. We have to give the other great houses a chance to host people as well. Too much is only just showing off. Too little is to show how poor your house is that you could ill afford the losses of hosting." Clearly she has thought about it some. "Oh the wine is lovely, I will be finishing it, only, I am going for a ride also, if my brother comes by to chaperone me. He mentioned perhaps doing so." The finger to her mouth from Carmilla brings a curious look before she smiles. "Singing? I would love to remain and hear. Music is one of my favorites." A laugh to Raffianio at his teasing.

*

"That would be correct, Signor." Carmilla says, cheeks reddening as both of them direct her attention to her, "I enjoy the arts very much, my main passion is painting, but I haven't found a master willing to take me under their wing yet." She comments, trying to figure out where to place the jug, before settling that it's alright to put it on their table, "Excuse me Signor, Signora. A love song to signify the passing of the seasons!" The girl clears her throat and begins a sweet and slow melody.

"O lovely rose
My sweet soul
Don't leave me to die
In courtly love

Aie, leave me
in pain, I must end
in serving well and faithfully loving

Rescue me already
from my pining
Heart of my heart, don't leave me to suffer

O beautiful rose
oh my sweet soul
don't leave me to die in courtly love."

*

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| Carmilla (Singing) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 2 Status: |
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*

Well, that pulls the strings a little, not hosting something is to show a house is pour. Raffiano would never admit another manipulated his choice and yet, that pursuades him, "I will speak with Nicolo on this grevious matter." Okay, its not so grevious as that, he would be good either way, but it seems important now. The sort of thing for Nicolo go chew on rather than one such as Raffiano. He finishes his wine, ready for another one himself. Then a pause, "Ah you will be riding today too, I may have to give chase, and bring more wine should you find a taste for it." He gives pause then, turning to listen. He gives light applause as the song concludes, "Lovely, I'm unsure why no master has turned an ear to your singing. It was touching, even without the turn of seasons."

*

"It would be a good idea to speak with Conte Albrici, I do agree." Arabella tells him, "And the sooner the better." Her smile makes a reappearance and she gives him an evasive shrug that is belied as she smiles at him, "If you wish a ride, you are more than welcome to join us." Then the lady moves to sing and Arabella gives the talent of the woman the attention she deserves. "Beautiful," she breathes out softly on the compliment. "Incredibly beautiful. There, see? A woman you wanted to dance at your place? How about one to sing?"

*

The girl's face now seems as fiery red as her very hair, however, Carmilla does her best to give them, or anyone else that might have got a liking to the song, a polite curtsy. "Thank you, Signor, Signora. I believe I am still learning on the side, so some masters might ask for more classical compositions before taking me under their guidance, which I'm still not able to perform." She shrugs a little, but is then surprised by Arabella's suggestion, "Oh, that would most certainly be a new experience to me, so I will have to be honest and say the Signor would be taking a risk in having me sing for him." Her eyes move back to Raffiano, "But then I'm also being honest when I say that I'll give my utmost to make sure every one of your guests is pleased and satisfied."

*

"If I join you, does this count as fulfilling that offer to go riding with you? Or does it have to be of my design," invite and all, Raffiano is curious and amused all at once by that curiousity. With attention focused on Carmilla again, he listens to her, nodding to the words from Arabella, about a woman to sing. His grin spread just a little, "Truly you read my mind, I would want them pleased and satisfied. If I can convince my brother to host a gathering, I will definitely have him listen to your singing the same." He leans up a little, seeing if the keep brought jugs as requested, than back to the woman who sang. "You work here, I can find you readily enough to attend to our House with his pending interests?"

*

Cesare arrives from the Via Impero.

*

Cesare has arrived.

*

Arabella smiles at Carmilla once the song had ended, "I would have invited you to sing at our feast had I known you before." The reassurance given whether requested or not. Her wine is sipped, she still has plenty left, drinking it slowly. "I think whatever it is Albrici does in the future, if anything, that they should certainly inquire with you before." Her smile shifts to Raffiano, "If you would like for it to, then consider the debt paid already." The words are guileless but belied completely by the shrewd look of speculation in her eyes.

*

"Thank you, Signor." Carmilla says, as the object is once again safe in her hands, "I should be ready and eager to fulfill your House requests, you just need to drop by around here or send an errand boy to deliver me a message here." She says, dipping her head in gratitude as Arabella speaks to her once again, "This truly warms my heart, Signora. I will make sure that House Albrici will only receive the best of me." However, her eyes now peer to the side only to find one of the patrons gesturing for her, "Apologies, Signor, Signora. I have enjoyed your company and I appreciate the opportunity you gave me to show my art, but now duty calls me once again. I wish you both a merry evening and don't be afraid to call for me once again." With that, the girls hurries on to attend to a new client.

*

"AH, but the question is, would you have invited me to sing," says Raffiano to Arabella. Which could be a different story entirely if he did try to sing, or is probably the same answer. He ties not to affect her judgement on that one. "Best of luck then, I shall try to find you." As he still didn't catch her name though. And she's off to do what it is she's employed for here at the Inn. So full attention returns to Arabella for the moment. "I'm mostly a man of my word, when I remember what it is I have said, I assure." He grins, while trying to sound serious, "Maybe we should ride and you can determine if my company was good enough to pay the debt owed?"

*

Surely, Cesare has someplace to call home. Somewhere. But, today, he trips down the stairs at a light gait, looking freshly washed, clean-shaven, hair neatly trimmed. He passes by the stove, pausing to take an experimental sniff of whatever's cooking, and moves through the room as if he might just make his exit - then hooks a sudden about-face, looking comically surprised because: "Is that my cousin I see before me? With Signora di Sabastino once more?"

*

A speculative look is worn by Arabella, "You can sing? I suppose maybe you and the miss there should try one together before I decide to promote you both to my brother. I admit the two of you would look good on the dais or the mezzanine singing together." A sip of her wine and she swirls the drink a little before taking one more sip. Looking up, she laughs, "You owe no debt, Signore Raffiano. And I remember how your 'mostly' a man of your word is. Was there something about cheating? Especially the ones you love?" The arrival of the cousin has her straightening a touch and turning a smile to the Albrici Signore. "Good afternoon to you," her eyes flicker towards the stairs up then back to Cesare. "Have you been to see the Prince also?" Asked perhaps a little tongue-in-cheek manner to him.

*

"Oh, I can sing as well as I dance," he begins, then realizing the dance actually went well, Raffiano visually looks around at the floor, "Or not so good, I'm apparently getting better with the dancing. If I sang, I might call all frogs from the river. It would be lovely to them, it might offend everyone else." He doesn't comment on looking good singing with someone else for the moment. But grins at her laugh, and nods, "Yes, I only cheat among family, when the steaks are high, I mean to win." He offers a little correction on being just a cheater. BUt she turns and draws his attention to his cousin. "Cuz, I knew you'd find me here," not really, not in a million years would he have guessed any such thing, "Apparently the thing to do is have one's hair caught in the door to his room when taking audiance with him, I've heard it said."

*

The word 'afternoon' has Cesare lifting his brows and looking doubtfully toward the open door, then winds up wearing an impressed half-frown, like this is news to him but apparently true! Anyway, he moves on from that whole line of thought with a speculative squint at Arabella, asking coyly, "Is that a euphemism, la bella?" He doesn't go to all the trouble of formally joining them, instead hovering temporarily between the two of them and the door, opening his hands as if helplessly at Raffiano. "Like a bad penny, cuz," without clarifying which one of them it is that always seems to turn up. "But that sounds like a good story. Whose hair are we talking about?"

*

"You croak when you sing?" Of course that only brings a challenging look, "Maybe on the ride you can. Then we can watch the frogs gather and join." Amused, Arabella switches her drink to her other hand as she contemplates his cheating ways again. He does manage to effectively distract her and she strikes out in retaliation while wearing a completely innocent look as she responds to Cesare. "I cannot imagine who would ever do something like that. Especially in front of a Prince!"

*

Listening along, Raffiano is perfectly ready to defend himself, with words and tongue of course. This is why the kick at him lands fairly easily enough. "Hey hey, now how's cheating." One hand lowers, she may have got the bone there, it could bruise, he lowers a hand to rub at it. "I've been insulted, where is that dirty guard who takes the bribes again?" THen a grin, "Ow, and a nightmare I thought, I'm worth more than a bad penny." Offered for Orazio, in clarifying why he always returns. "Oh, very true, it was just a conversation on how embarssing that could be, I have no idea, ever, who could of done such a thing. If I'm being honest, and I mostly am."

*

Cesare watches the two of them for a moment, head tilted, transparently measuring the byplay, but he says nary a word to the subject. Only after they both dispute knoweldge of the hair does he open his mouth as if to speak, drawing a breath, then stops and lets it out. Simply, "I see," he says in the way of a person who very much does not see. "If you buy me some food, I'll probably leave you both alone, just so you know," he promises amiably, beaming toward the stove just over yonder.

*

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*

"Oh pardon!" Arabella brightens, absolutely delighted for the change of subject. "Would you like to join us both? Signore Raffiano was just telling me how much he had missed you since he had not seen you much since the ride. Of course you should join and he certainly will buy your meal for you. What is family for if not to care for?" That smile she turns on Raffi is dazzling and more than a little cheesy, but when she thinks Cesare is looking away she tilts her chin up and gives him a triumphant look.

*

"Plain as day," nods Raffiano, to Cesare, understanding how clear the topic of hair in the door has been made. "I was," he seems a little taken for the moment, then nods, "Oh, I was. I told her how much you enjoy early morning too. And like, formal gatherings, and entertaining important people. I was just saying how well you played the harp come to think of it." He nods, catching that triumphant look and maybe wondering if the meal will be enough to keep his cousin in the Tavern for the moment. "I'll buy the meal, and you can bring it along if your interested of course." He reaches to pat around for a coin purse, removing enough to cover the wine and an extra meal and some extra drinks even. "IF you're ready, we should be going on that ride."

*

Cesare waves away the offer to join them, keeping his distance the same as it has been, somewhere between the pair of them and the door. "No no no, signora, you misunderstand. I just meant, if you buy me breakfast, I'll go sit somewhere else and leave you two to - " He smiles benignly, a simpleton's smile, looking between Arabella and Raffiano (though his eyes pass across his cousin's with a little more keenness, taking the temperature of the situation. " - get to your riding. You're too generous, cousin, this should keep me in my cups all afternoon." Notably, he does not offer to give any money back.

*

"Oh he certainly did. And singing, Signore Raffiano has mentioned how much he liked singing and dancing." Arabella replaces her cup on the bar top and gets to her feet all in one swoop. "And now he is going to take a ride, we shall see who wins the race out to the twisted olive tree." While Raffi is paying and Cesare is taking the money, she tosses a smile back as she hurries to and out the door, leaving the cousins in the inn and Raffi to either catch up and give chase or not. Laughter follows her departure though, fairly certain he would pursue, but going for the ride herself either way.

*

"Yes, I explained our family enjoyed singing … as a family, like every week," which never happened, ever. Raffiano grins a little. She turns to leave, talking of a race and he nods. Catching the look of his cousin, he meets and his eyes seem to suggest its on the up and up actually. No waggling, no suggestions or inneundo even. Sort of a wobble of uncertainty, "I am not back by sundown, send word to Nicolo, he can cover the cups in my absence." That much is offered and off he goes too, giving a final grin to his cousin, but actually going out to ride a horse it seems.

*

Cesare sits and eats on someone else's dime. Not a bad haul.

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