[ nothing but an empty courtyard in the ruins. it's a deliberate broadcast, belonging to some previously unused Forge.
nothing for a minute.
then, the bright red of his uniform dulled by the fog and evenging light and clanking from the weight of his armor, a
giant of a man enters view-- easily six and a half feet, more so with his ornate helmet
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Sì, the same sort as your false Signor Todd.
[ no, he is not in the mood to humor your first request, now that the Shadows' plan is all too clear to him. ]
And your request would best be discussed later, piccina.
[ take the hint, dawn. take it. ]
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Tch!
Well.
I have a bunch of your ...stuff.
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Would you like me to take it off your hands?
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We could toast marshmallows over the bonfire.
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[ meaning you name a place and he will show up there. ]
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[It sucks that your face is on these, Ezio, because they would be perfectly good for target practice otherwise.]
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[ they forgot his beard, though. so technically... ]
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...kind of threatened someone with it. Though, technically they weren't a someone as much as a something.
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You will have to tell me about it.
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You're surprisingly easy to talk to, you know.
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Really?
[ maybe it's because he, you know, listens. ]
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This weekend, then. Usual time, usual place. And bring your new equipment.
[ the slight crunch of crumbled stone and the rustle of fabric, then he's gone. ]
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