(2018-05-16) The Sweet Grain of Necchi
We light the oven so that everyone may make bread in it.
vittorio raffiano 
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Summary:
A brief encounter in the market between Conte Vittorio di Necchi and Signore Raffiano di Albrici.
Related:
The choice to join a ventura or become something if importance through marriage, an offered avoided inadvertently?
Misc Info:
Some discussion of rumors regarding shipping with Kataro of late.

Its shapping to be a warm day, with hints of humidity linger after a morning shower much earlier. The sort where it feels humid but with a good wind, it could blow away that rise and give into a pleasant day all in all. Here at the Mercato, is Raffiano di Albrici. He's near some center stalls, talking with someone who is selling fresh bread to the visitors at the market. They do shopping, get hungry, they make a few coins. There Raffiano is with a grin, "Well, I think you're taking me for all my worth." A pause as he chuckles and hands over a few coins, "But, I'll be damned if this isn't some fine bread you back Patrizio Menio." As if he stubbornly gives the money, which isn't really the case, and the other takes it. Comments about taxes for the Council, which implies the Great Houses, being robbed or somesuch.
Its a sweet breat, some fancy design on top like a knotted fluer, and he turns to look about the market, to decide a course of action. Taking a bite to enjoy, no manners about it, and not watching who or what he could be turning into even.

*

Conte Vittorio di Necchi's given to browsing the wares of the Mercato today — dressed well enough, with the stark, drab colours of his doublet clashing with the opulent jewels he wears to show his station. Waltzing over to the bakers' stand, he dips a cautious nod to Raffiano and pipes up at seeing the man buying bread. "Ah, signore," he grins, "I see you're appreciating some of the finest bread from Necchi grain."

*

There is a muffled sound, maybe a response or an excuse me, or something. Raffiano lifts the uneaten portion of the sweet bread to cover his mouth at least, finding something like manners in a split moment. After a proper swallow or two, its bread after all, he finds his throat clear enough. "Conte di Necchi," he says, recognizing the man more of late, he can be taught after all, "Indeed, the finest grain, I cannot disagree. My coin speaks for my palate." A grin as he lifts the bread. "How goes the docks of late, no troubles from ships returning from Katora?" Assuming some have gone that way of late for House Necchi. He returns a question to afford time to eat more bread, a convenience. Hopefully the man fills some of that time with words.

*

Nodding slowly, Vittorio muses to himself: "I ought to check the business of Kataro trade myself; I've never truly liked the Faithful at all, but one must do business. I suppose the Viergues Affair has taken up much of my time in the Conte's solar — yet, as always, there's just so much news to go through." Stretching for a moment, he breathes out meticulously and focuses back on Raffiano; "And you, signore? How fares the House di Albrici?"

*

Another bite, he lifts and points in the vicnity of the docks while the Conte talks, Raffiano seems to imply some sort of agreement with the Conte while unable to speak in return. Even as he listens, he holds the breaed and refrains from enjoying more of it sweet grainy flavor. Instead crossing arms and holding up that bread as if some stick to make points as he talks. "Well so far, Conte, I cannot speak entirely for my brother or the house, but I do not think coin has been lost in either affiar. If he should decide to investigate or send me to the docks for some .. purpose, I shall do as needed." More of a grin and a nod, "See, good Signore, this matter of all the news to contend. This is why I remain glad to not be the first born. I shall regret the day I am asked to leave the house and fend for my own." He's honest at least, "But to deal with so much information and make the best of it, a position I should not wish." Then again, they'd sort of mentioned that last time they spoke, he furrows his brow in recollection. "I think maybe a Ventura is the calling I am after. But, even if your ships make it unmolested to the shores of Katora, it is all the better that they two enjoy the benevolence of the Necchi Grain. I am only glad the coin of Albrici affords my such luxuries."

*

Vittorio cups his chin; "I suppose the banks do fluctuate, but if you control so much coin you're bound to be relatively safe," he thinks, and lets the beginning of a smile wash over him. "Ah, so you have no deigns on being a Conte, even by marriage? A shame, I did think you'd be good for my daughter," he chuckles, "being a good man also in faith of the Divine Empire. But I wish you well in the Ventura," and he motions to bow awkwardly.

*

"Very true indeed," agrees Raffiano, his bread half eaten, but left in his hand for the moment unattended. "I have no design of my own, but I cannot speak of marriage, that is in the hands of my brother." He does raise a curious eyebrow at daughter, as if he should investigate the matter before foot is too far into mouth. But then his tongue is in check, regardless of what is said, this is the man's daughter that is being discussed. A grin the same, "Certainly, my faith flows from the Reverend Chantor. Its a fickle time for certain and regardless, I shall hope for steady income and assurance should I join the Ventura." He is following the motion and acknowledges by giving a bow, thinking maybe he's keeping the Conte from important business, "Good day to you Conte di Necchi." His manners still there, even if he's holding food he means to finish eating.

*

"Good day, and do keep in touch, signore," he motions to bow properly now, and then Vittorio himself moves on, commencing his day as per usual once more.

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