(2018-05-10) Dockside Mingle
The Sea Complains Upon a Thousand Shores
carina carmilla 
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Summary:
During morning traffic at the docks, when ships are loading and unloading, a few gather in contemplation giving a moment of their day to thoughts shared
Related:
NA
Misc Info:
Some discussion related to not worrying about events of late, from the Order of the Boar to the news of Vinchia.
raffiano vittorio faraman 

Down at the docks, there is a ship of Albrici that was being loaded to leave port today. Thus, Raffiano was actually on house duty today. A cavalier among house guards assuring the shipment was safe, mostly from other houses probbly. But as the last cask of goods and been loaded into the hulk, he was more officially off duty, so to speak. He walks up a dock toward dockside proper, and pats a guard on the shoulder, "And I told him, that's the last time we sneak out through that alley, no way I'm crawling through that waste again." The guard chuckles and nods, "If you say so Signore, but I've a bet with the boys on that." Raffiano sort of nods, "Well, if its a good haul, maybe once more, just I wont bring the stench back to the house this time." THe nod, and finally part ways.
Raffiano, left to his own device, decides to peer about, seeing who else is about the docks and which families may be about business this fine morning.

*

The Conte of House di Necchi isn't known for being particularly pleased amidst the fishwives and the riff-raff by the docks, but Vittorio's rather content today by ships carrying off crops grown about the Necchi lands at a fine price — and surprisingly, least to those who know of the signore's predilictions and politics — casting his gaze over a vessel carrying Arbore-made goods, too.

*

Carina has stake in none of the Great Houses, but one of her duties is to watch over the docks when the ships come in, up until they go out and then they were no longer her responsibility any longer. Spotting some among Arbore, Albrici, Sabastino and finally Necchi, she wanders a little nearer. One familiar face of the Albrici easily gathers her attention, not from who he is, but from what he says. A brow arches, because there were certain hints of nefarious activities within his comments. Just then she takes note of the Conte of Necchi and a somewhat hesitant nod is given towards him. "Good morning."

*

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| Raffiano (Recognize) |
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| Failed |
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| Skill: 9 Mod: 0 Total: 9 |
| Roll: 11 Status: |
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*

Turning from the group he nears the guard and the nobleman, and Raffiano gives a nod. "Good day Signore, Signora," with a hint of smile, but no difference to the status of the Conte it would seem, as if he has no clue who the man is, though he should being the son of a Great House himself. He turns to look out though, "Seeing goods off, or expecting something good to arrive?" He leaves it open for the both of them. Taking a whiff himself of the sea air here, enjoying that hint of salt and 'life' that comes with it. "No better day for either, but I can't speak for tomorrow, until it comes today." A poor play at words perhaps, but seems he is the sort to just make conversation.

*

To Carina there's a tightness to Vittorio's motions as he greets her with but a sharp nod; "Good morning," he echoes her sternly, but with an edge of softness permitted for his daughter's sister-in-law. To Raffiano, he extends his momentary sense of contentedness just a bit: "Ah, a day for both, signore."

*

For a moment there's confusion on the features of the Wyvern when she notices the tightness to the Conte's motions as well as the sharp nod and sternness. Brows raise but she dips her head, "Conte Necchi." An acknowledgement to his title at least. The question from Raffiani towards the Conte just has her taking a few steps away to afford the two privacy while watching for any disruptions such had happened the day before in the trial by combat. Most of the Wyvern had heard about it and her eyes flicker over Raffiano again after a few moments.

*

Nodding and chatty, Raffiano is on his usual course, but he catches the title from Carina and nods a little, as a reaction to the word. "Conte," he gets in there, beyond just Signore, showing some respect to the situation. "Hopefully all goes well." He is in good spirits, business as usual. "I don't know what to make of this Vierques affair, but I imagine Albrici will stay clear of that trouble. Unless it would involve a loan to Viergues, that would help them with their contracts." Sounds reasonable, he doesn't see it as extortion, but failure to uphold a contract somehow. Like business as usual. "If Nicolo says otherwise, I'm ready to go where he may need me, but I'm content to remain here in fair Matora the same." Even if Carina is backing away a little, his eyes look to her, including her inthe topic.

*

Even as a grim smile washes over Vittorio's face, a measured tightness does still remain — a reminder that it is more the signore's persona than any great offense at either parties might have caused him. In stark jest, he raises: "I suppose I ought to thank my forebears for being sensibly committed to agriculture than loans or contraptions. War might spoil debts owed, but grain… is always essential," he rambles habitually, and then smoothes out the few creases on his doublet: "I do say that the House di Necchi might follow your house's course as staunch allies for the faith in the Empire, signore."

*

"I know only hearsay of the dealings and what is happening. To those things I have little control, I also have little interest. My work is here until they say otherwise. Were they to send me, I would go." Duty driven, in other words. Carina gives a slight nod, "The Albrici stance is one I see most often. When they are down, let them owe. What happens when the payments are late?" She flashes him a humorless smile. "Is that when the fields are burned to the ground?" There's no vitriol to her words, just a simple recognition of having seen it all happen before. Even Vittorio gets a nod for his declaration of perhaps following the way of the Albrici. "I have only heard of Sabastino sending troops. None other."

*

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| Raffiano (Proud) |
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| Proud |
| Trait: 12 Roll: 19 |
| Modest |
| Trait: 8 Roll: 6 |
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*

Listening to both, Raffiano isn't sure of the jest of Necchi, he seems to take it more serious. As if weighing, is he offended or note, but then he nods agreement. Carina helps with her wrods on loans and money, "That is true, it is only worth so much weight and paper carries less stock than livestock. Though, if such location in Torone was in need and the debt accumulated, I imagine that would bear some weight in finding position for family members. Who knows, I might end up be Conte of Viergues." A suggesting to say he wouldn't be opposed to such a position bought, even if he wouldn't want to be the Conte of anything as that would mean less martial work and more actually having to do something work. "It might be a sour day for Sabastino if no others join cause and they face the Order of the Boar openly."

*

Faraman arrives from the River Road.

*

Faraman has arrived.

*

-— New Activity ---
Vittorio cups his chin at Carina's remark and ponders to himself, "Ah, upon the rare chance farmland is burned there is always the next year. Whereas every battle can break the lending of—" A yawn breaks that off and he responds to Raffiano thoughtfully; "It is always the best action to wait for the coalitions to assemble before jumping into battle with the foolhardiness of a green knight. As for being Conte, well," he shrugs. "You ought to find that it is enough responsibility, though forgive me if I assume my signore is not yet five-and-twenty," a laugh with a slightly sardonic bite escapes him.

*

"It might be, but again, that is not my fight either, unless I am sent there. Then it will become my fight." Carina studies Raffiano briefly. "You have want of higher station than you currently have?" A look to Conte Necchi. "I imagine being a Conte has much work attached to it. Does it not, Conte Necchi?" dipping her head to the Conte, yet again despite his sardonic laugh. Her own return is a smirk but she has to agree, "I think I would hold back on any decision to be made until a few more declarations had been made. Then you make a decision based on more information, perhaps."

*

A second Wyvern officer is making his rounds, too. He is not in a hurry, meandering rather than marching, and he's juggling something hot and recently purchased on the dockside. It is probably best not to ask for the exact providence of the meat involved. In his armor, he's sweating quite steadily. Still, the bearded mercenary looks cheerful enough. He has a word here and there for those who know him, and if anything its the people - the rougher looking sort - that he aught to be watching the hardest, that he has the friendliest interactions with. There's the occasional laugh, or a nudge-nudge at a shared joke. When he spies Carina and, a moment later, the company she holds, it all changes. Suddenly his posture goes from a lazy slouch to a straight and soldierly bearing, and what's not finished of his meal he passes on to a hungry looking kid. He licks his fingers, wiped them and his beard (which had a bit of grease and crumbs in it before and now looks marginally better), and when he thinks he's properly done up, he starts to approach.

*

Raffiano folds arms over his chest, talking with the other two, he does keep an eye out towards ships at dock. As if monitoring their activity. A squint of eyes and furrow of brow shows, he is uncertain how to take the Conte di Necchi. He shakes his head after a moment, "You are not wrong, nothing to forgive. I do not mean it is something which could happen this day, but such a favor could carry weight for some tomorrow untold. Not me, but a sibling even." He turns back form he docks and ships to regard Vittorio and Carina more directly, shifting his weight as he does so. "I do not seek the position or work, just that in the busines of banking, it is not the immediate return that is always the most valuable. I could not speak more on this, it is my brother dominion. Now if it involved utilizing the land for gains, I may know something. Perhaps their are valuable mines near these cities?" A shrug though, he's uncertain.

*

On the subject of mines, the Conte di Necchi coughs. "Well, I am not too sure if they are close enough to the mountains to be rich in metals, but I do hope your trade prospers, signore. As for me, the responsibilities of being Conte always seems to drag me away at some point. I wish you well," and he departs a little briskly, with one departing nod to Carina and even a slightly kind look to Faraman.

*

Vittorio has left.

*

"In other words," Carina continues, "Stick with what you know?" While the question is directed to Raffiano, she wears an amused look. "You sound like someone I was talking to last evening. Though I might disagree. As long as you are alive and capable, you can learn other things. Why limit yourself to only your strengths now, when your weaknesses could be stronger in the future?" With the departure of her brothers father-in-law, Carina watches him only giving the same in return, a brief departing nod. From the direction over yonder, she makes out the approach of Faraman, "Ah a fellow Wyvern approaching," she tells Raffiano. "If you give up your dreams on being a Conte, we could use a few more good with their blades. I assume you are. I heard about the trial by combat and your immediate yield when asked to champion him. I'm torn between wondering if you were valouous or a coward." She smirks, trying to lighten the last word.

*

Faraman dipped the Conte a deep and respectful bow in passing, and seemed quite pleased to have gotten some kind of token that wasn't entirely stern. "Signore di Albrici," he greets Raffiano, giving him too a respectful dip of his head in acknowledgement of the other's higher station. Carina gets a more comradely greeting, a cheerful smile and a wink. "A trial by combat? I fear I must have slept through it. What a shame. Nothing quite like honorable and noble exchange in the, uh, pursuit of justice. Yes. Can't go wrong with a trial by combat in determining right and wrong." All of it said with serious nod. AFter a moment he clears his throat and adds: "And I am certain the noble di Albrici could never be cowardly!"

*

With a nod of his own head, Raffiano returns, "Good day Conte." And the man turns to his business and departs. This leaves Raffiano to contemplate, only the arrival of Faraman gets a nod from him, "Good day Signore Wyvern." Returned in kind, even if a brow lifts in uncertainty to receiving the respectful dip in acknowledgement. "I think what you are saying," he takes an arm from the fold at his chest to indicated Carine with a knuckle wave in her vicinity, "I know the sword and should stick to it." But then uncertain if he's honorable or not perhaps, and he grins a little, "I'd prove my valor now where there such a way." The knuckle sweeps towards Faraman before returning that arm to the arm fold at his chest. "Exactly that," he grins, "Never. I do not know if I should of stuck the other man with my sword to prove innocence as my man of House Vosari already admitted his wrong doing. It would be like tempting the Paragons to have me stuck instead, I had no intention of bleeding that day. All the ale I smuggled out of the Albatross after that may have leaked from its storage."

*

"I see," Carina acknowledges Faraman's mention of not being cowardly. "I admit I know only little of the circumstances. They spoke about it in the barracks. Most were rather impressed with the quick thinking of the Albrici here, to be honest. Perhaps you did the only thing to save face for each party involved. Everyone got their belongings." Her eyes narrow slightly. "Smuggling ale from the Albatross. There has been an awful lot of smuggling going on lately. You mentioned going through waste for a good haul? Is anything worth something that disgusting as going through the waste?"

*

"There we go! A perfectly legitimate reason for yielding. Can't go around provoking the Divine, can we? If the fault has already been established, then well, why not leave it at that? Imagine if you'd killed the fellow. Now that could've been the start of a proper vindict? You could even argue you saved everybody from future calamity!" He scrathces at his beard, then nudge-nudges Carina. "Oh, I'm sure he didn't mean _smuggling_ smuggling. A di Albrici would never do such a thing." Though he does wrinkle his nose at the mention of wading through waste. His sycophant's antics fade for a moment into a real dubious look that cuts Raffiano up and down. Then he catches himself and he's all smiles again.

*

"Could have been, I don't imagine if the other house could of held its own," returns Raffiano towards Faraman, "It would of come to a quick end, better if Vosari would have called for vindication themselves I think, avoided the whole mess." But he shrugs too, heat of the moment, he can't say what he would have done given the circumstances, but grinning with the idea of saving a calamity by swording someone. He catches the narrowing of eyes, "Oh, I hid it in down my gullet. I suppose less smuggling than transporting the ale is all." A grin, and a nod that pauses as Faraman looks him over dubiously. "The travails of the alley are less related to the smuggling of ale as it is to the friends my cousin made while gambling a few days back. I guess one recognized me and it was better to not be seen by so many thatn to be sent to Trials for having done more damage than the offense was worth."

*

"Smooth, always a reason and response." Carina had not really thought him guilty of anything terrible, but watching him think on his feet was interesting. "So each time you are seen by the people, you are going to run through the waste? I think surely there is a better way to rid yourself of their negative attentions." Though she offers nothing in its stead.

*

Carmilla arrives from the Siren's Song.

*

Carmilla has arrived.

*

"Right," Faraman says, clearing his throat with a cough. He sends Carina a sideways look, then gives his beard a furious scratch. His fingers come out with a couple of crumbs. Without thinking, he samples one of them, then immediately spits it out with disgust. Afterwards he pretends like nothing! "Your sister is fond of gambling? Forgive me, my knowledge of the Di Albrici family lineage is sadly lacking. Who would your sister be?" Gambling, now that's something to put a certain gleam in the Wyvern's eyes. Greed? Eagerness? Both?!

*

A grin from Raffiano given towards Carina and a shake of his head, "What, no. I would gladly face them but then, I did not know what was down that particular alley way as well. It was the spirit of adventue and now I know for certain, I will never go that way again." Lesson learned. "I don't think I'd do well to simply meet all comers with my sword, not good for Albrici at least, better to maintain my standing as brave though I suppose." A pause, and a glance to Faraman about his sister, a squint, then a laugh, "She might be, but I do not know, it was my cousin who'd spent the night gambling. Maybe Valentina would gamble, but if she does, I do not know. Now my cousin can gamble. If you're looking for someone to partner with, or try to take for some coin, I'd recommend my cousin. The best there is, could swindle me out of some coin if I weren't on that up take. Not a cheater when it comes to cards either, pure talent they have there."

*

The sideways look is ignored as is the scratching and eating of roughage from the beard. Carina just turns a little so she doesn't see it from the corner of her eye either. Focusing more on the Albrici, she ponders the whole adventure of unknown alley ways, "I imagine if you worked for the Wyvern Company you'd know where every alley ended and every waste duct began. Patrolling the city is a big part of the job." There's another glance around as if looking for trouble along the docks, looking and listening for any sort of trouble.

*

Always with a basket in hand, Carmilla moves down into the dockyards. The lean girl makes her way carefully through the sailors and towards the ships, stopping as she sights a few familiar faces. "Signore!" She says, waving the basket towards Raffiano, "I hope I find you in much calmer winds today." The girl adds with a smile, before offering a smile to the Wyvern, "And a fine day to you too, Signora. While I didn't have much luck on the cards after you left yesterday, I did manage some progress in my project." Faraman, still unacquainted with her, is met with a dip and a curtsy.

*

Where Carina is looking for trouble, Faraman happily ignores his city guard duties for the moment to engage in conversation instead. "Your cousin, then! Not that I inquire for my own sake, of course. But there are certainly scoundrels in this city, and I have made a habit out of knowing who makes for a good hand to play, and who does not. And where it is safe, and where it is not. It would be my pleasure and honor to offer such services to a kin of a fine noble as yourself." Yes, quite selfless is the mercenary!

When Camilla approaches, he politely looks her over, and upon introduction he dips into a polite bow, only a bit hampered by the fact that he's in armor, and not really very courtly trained. "Duilio Lucio Faraman at your service, Signora." His eyes dip to the woman's hands, and there's the indication that if she offers it, he'll certainly kiss it like a gentleman, too!

*

"If I knew every alley wqay in the city, I would have to move, the fun of life would be loss and I would grow bored," chuckles Raffiano, not wholly true, but maybe part of the adventure to life he seeks. He might be convinced yet to join with a ventura. But another face arrives, "Good day Signora Songstress." He's not found out her name yet, conveniently or otherwise. "Yes, calm for now, there is time left to change it. Like arranging a game of chance between Signore Wyvern here and my notable cousin, the famous gambler of Albrici." A pause, he introduces himself. "I mean against the Signore Duillio Lucio Farman. Or, to at least let him know when the next game is so that should he be seeking scoundrel to deal with, he might find a whole tun of them just to round up. Would look good in service to the city I imagine, busting a gambling ring like that. I'd just have to convince them to play illegally somehow though." As they can play most anywhere really.

*

An easy smile is given to the younger redhead, "It was a pleasure teaching you some of the fine art of gambling. Perhaps we can once more meet either at the Wandering Albatross or the Siren's Song." Carina offers to Carmilla. "I'm pleased your project did get progress." She falls silent as she watches Faraman, though she is amused she says nothing to break his stride he has going. Standing in a relaxed manner, she gives a nod to Raffiano. "Who am I to have you lose the fun of life and grow bored?" Tilting her chin up a notch, she falls silent while they attempt to woo the songstress, trying to refrain from smiling or showing her amusement.

*

%r While she is not used to such chivalrous gestures, Carmilla does her best to follow along the etiquette and extends a free hand to the guard, "Carmilla, just so as my family hasn't received a surname yet." She introduces herself, keeping the smile on her face as she listens to Raffiano's greeting, "I enjoy the idea of being called a Songstress, though, maybe I can sign my art as such." An eager nod is givern to Carina as she mentions gambling, "I'll look forward to our next rounds, Signora, we ought to make sure they're accompanied by some good wine."

*

"You went gambling and didn't let me know?!" Faraman asks Carina quite horrified, as if this is the height of treachery. It even breaks the smoothness of his hand-kissing. He has a lot of beard, and it probably aught to be trimmed more than a little bit, and is like to tickle. He straightens up afterwards, and sends Carina an accusatory look. Then he is forced to admit, grumbling still, "I suppose I have been a little bit short of coin of late." Which makes gambling hard. "But this whole Golden Boar business'll be sure to give me a bonus. Yes. Not that I'm in debt, of course. Simply, uhm, fortuna has decided to reclaim some of her previous bounty offered."

*

"I am always agreeable to good wine, especially that of the Inn. We will make sure to have another game soon." As the time approaches midday, Carina glances up towards the sky to find the position of the sun close to that time or so. "Perhaps the barracks would cost you some privacy, but they would certainly save you some coin." So said to Faraman. "As for me, I should go attend my duties. Signore," she dips a head to Raffiano, "Songstress, it has been a pleasure." Then to Faraman. "I should likely see you on duty soon too. Good day to you all."

*

"Duty," Faraman repeats with Carina's announcement of departure. He too glances up at the sun, shielding his eyes as he squints with obvious dislike for its position. A beat of sweat trails down his forehead, between his thick busy brows, and then descends his multiple-times-broken nose. He wipes it away with annoyance. "I should probably.." he breaks off, as if to say he needs to get back to duty himself is just too much of a shame to vocalize. Dark eyes scan the dockside, before coming back to Carmilla. ""It would be a pleasure to make you a more permanent acquaintance, Carmilla. But for now I'll have beg your sincere forgiveness in so quickly leaving your most radiant presence." He dips his head to her, then a deeper one to Raffiano. "Signore, a pleasure." HE wipes some more sweat off his broad, and gets back to the business of city guarding.

*

A grin and a chuckle, "Exactly so, Signora Wyvern." Offered from Raffiano to Carina, she may not be smiling, he may not know she is holding it in. "Enjoy your duties," he says to her as she is ready to part. "Carmilia the Songstress, it has that sound to it, pleasurable to the ear." He agrees with his own comment, or the fact of her liking that just the same. Then a shake of his head, "I'm good here in Matora, leave the Golden Boar work to others. Good day Signore Wyvern." As the guards seem ready to part company he nods and turns to Carmilla, "You should sign your work as such, or simply become known as Songstress. I don't know how that is achieved, but if you figure this out, you are sure to make no small fortune." To mean a larger one of some unmeasurable amount.

*

"You should accompany us next time, Signore." Carmilla says, giggling a bit after the hand kiss, and as everyone decides to leave, it's best that she set up her gear. The girl places the basket on the ground, "It's always lovely to talk with you all, I feel more inspired by the day! Until next time, Signori!" Once she's done waving to the departing people the girl begins to produce some of her materials for the painting.

*

Carina has left.

*

Faraman has left.

*

He's not going yet, Raffiano had enjoyed watching the dock activity. Its a good place to pick up information, who's coming and going in the city and all that. He's just find standinga bout with his arms crossed. He chuckles at the giggle and hand kiss, or a bit of both. "That ones a character, Signore Duilio was it?" As if trying to commit the name to his own memory even as the Wyvern Company guards move on to their duties. "So, paitning and singing? There are many other hidden talents I am unaware of?"

*

The charcoal crosses the parchment a few times, slowly building up to the shape of a ship. "Oh, for sure! I guess his beard is quite iconic, it should be easy to recognise him." Carmilla says, stretching herself a bit as she continues on her guidelines, "Well, I enjoy all kinds of art, but I have yet to take upon sculpting, in painting it's easy to fix a mistake, just put more paint over it or brush over for some effect, but you can't add marble once you've taken it off." She muses, "What about you, Signore? Any talents I should be aware of?"

*

A slight nod at first, then in thought, he chuckles. "One could call it iconic, I agree. Well kept is another issue, it is like a fellow itself, the companion of Signore Duilio." Raffiano seems good with that, he sticks to it, the beard with a mind of its own. "That is rather true with stone, unable to fix mistakes, but how is paitning much easier to amend?" He really doesn't know, painting is not his thing, or art in general it might be noted. "Me,I have many many talents, but alas if I showed you, the allure of what mysteries might unfold would be lost. It is said I am good with words however. And swords, I don't know how well the two mix however."

*

A few more strokes are done before Carmilla leans back and watches over the parchment, examining whether she can be satisfied with it. "I guess I would look strange if I decided to grow a beard." She suggests, "But you have to admit it'd be quite imposing to have such a fiery red beard." The girl giggles a little to her own joke, "And maybe your swordfighting can somehow be compared to sculpting? I mean, you have to be sure to draw your sword, once you thrust it at your opponent, there's no coming back."

*

A chuckle from Raffiano, "True, you just might, but there's no honest telling until it is done, Songstress." He uses the moniker, it is suitable just the same. A look over at her parchment, only with curiousity, depending what he can actually see. "Could become a pirate too, especially with a beard that red. It would be a shame to do anything else." He lifts a hand to his chin to give it a scratch, his own scrub scratched. "It is exactly like sculpting yes, if you cut off the wrong piece, it cannot be undone." A chuckle comes to his voice again, "And yes, if you draw your blade and take aim, it is something one must be committed too. No undoing the dead eitehr, I believe." He doesn't know, maybe some act of faith could undo that, but nothing he's aware of.

*

"I guess I could try something, but I haven't been in the sea for long," Carmilla changes her tools trading the charcoal for brushes and produces some paint, a smile forming on her face which shows she's quite glad to be called by her moniker, "So I'd have to find someone willing to teach me that too. Do you have experience on that regard, Signore? Maybe someday you can sail away and find out whether there's a land far away where the dead don't stay dead, it would make for quite a song."

*

"Alas, Songstress, I could be of little help in that endeavor," returns Raffiano, "It would seem swimming it not a talent of mine, hidden or otherwise. In fact, I may be predisoposed towards drowning. I could easily demonstrate this very skill." He stands up as if to go to the sea itself, but remains wher ehe is, no interestg in really demonstrating. "Now, to sil away for a such a land holds my interest I'll adming, it would make a captivting tale no less than that song you of which you speak. It would rely on the fact that I would make it back. What if I could only travel there but the way was enchanted such that I could not leave, or guarded somehow. It would leave me to ponder, is it worth such a voyage for a potential song. And I would concur, a resounding yes, as my interst is the adventure itsels less so than such an result."

*

"Don't do that, I'd have to add new guidelines in my painting!" Carmilla protests, chuckling as her brushes now add different tones of blue and green to the painting as the sea unfolds before her pale blue eyes, "If you do not return from such a voyage so that I can have my song, I have no other choice but to follow you into such adventure. However, such land is prone to be full of dangers, as the wicked would not have their final rest and alas, my brush is too small so that I can stab them away from me."

*

Carina has arrived.

*

Carina leaves, heading towards the River Road [N].

*

Carina has left.

*

"Well, to give more work for your guidelines, I may just do it on that principle alone," grins Raffiano, implied with all the muster indicating he'd do no such thing. Either to respect her painting so far, or that to do so would require some work from the man too. "Tell you what, should I find some such ship to sail to hither to unkown lands and, should I brave such a venture knowing my talent for drowning, I would let you accompany me to the land of the dead who are not. It will be full of dangers, certainly, especially those wicked dead. IF we are to take this venture, we'll have to assure you can at least hold a sword, the brush is good, but as you say too small."

*

"I would have to name it 'Rock Style Swimming, in such case." Carmilla chuckles once again, adding a few more strokes as she now progresses towards the ships and other darker details over the painting, "I hope my small frame won't be too much of a problem as swords often seem heavy." She says, slowly souding more serious, "Sometimes I feel glad my siblings don't have a liking to the sword, but at the same time, I'd feel happy to have someone serving under a company."

*

Another chuckle from Raffiano, "Appropriately titled in such a case I would agree." Shifting his weight he glance more at her, and considers, "There are thinner swords I believe. I don't know how it would work for weight, or a shorter sword even. As for siblings, they have a mind of their own I've found out. I think some want me in a company, better to earn wage then live off the family I guess. Someday perhaps I will, there is still use for me arm at least with the house." A shrug, "I need to learn better talents, the sort I could it on my own would help I suppose. If its swinging a sword, maybe a company it will be. Until I earn that ship to sail for the dead of course, once that happens, no holding me back."

*

Another chuckle from Raffiano, "Appropriately titled in such a case I would agree." Shifting his weight he glance more at her, and considers, "There are thinner swords I believe. I don't know how it would work for weight, or a shorter sword even. As for siblings, they have a mind of their own I've found out. I think some want me in a company, better to earn wage then live off the family I guess. Someday perhaps I will, there is still use for me arm at least with the house." A shrug, "I need to learn better talents, the sort I could it on my own would help I suppose. If its swinging a sword, maybe a company it will be. Until I earn that ship to sail for the dead of course, once that happens, no holding me back."

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"But since you can't be here, I guess I will have to find some other name for it." Carmilla ponders, shrugging slightly at the issue, "Thinner swords should also be more fragile, right? I guess I would have to take good care of mine, if I ever have one." She says, leaning in to add some more details into her painting, "I will remember that, Signore, if that doesn't happen, then I will go there myself and come back as one of the not dead to haunt you."

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"This is true, though I'd hate to imagine what it could take to break one, other than extended use," nods Raffiano, his lips toying with a grin. "I imagine you would take good care, perhaps as you would a brush Signora Songstress. I should hope that you do, come to haunt me. I've always wanted to be haunted, now is my chance it would seem." He unfolds arms, stands more upright, "I would be a fool to pass up such an opportunity. It is on that thought, that I must take my leave as well Signora. As much as I would pretend I have no duty with my family, I fear that is a bold faced lie. Best of luck with your painting, perhaps I will see it when it is done?" He leaves room for her to respond, but then he back steps a little, "Good day Carmilla." And with a grin, he'll turn and leave as well.

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Carmilla has partially disconnected.

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Taking a step to examine and also admire her own painting, Carmilla offers him a nod, "I think it is probably more expensive than a few months of work." She suggests, using the brush to spread a bit of the paint a bit more, "I understand, Signore, family ties us together, but it can also be a great source of joy and pride." She turns her head to fully focus on him, "Good day to you, Signore Albrici! I will make sure that you get to see it once I'm done."

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