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[signore_treschi]

Tonio, who had acquired himself a room upstairs after being patched up in the infirmary (very well, he was surprised to find. Much better than he would have been at home) is now back downstairs, sitting rather stiffly in a soft squishy chair. The stiffness is due to the neatly-stitched gas in his side, the squishy chair is because Tonio is

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[markedcard]

There is a person at the bar who would like to automatically dislike him for running a sword through Teja. In fact, Merlin already mostly does, but he's been hanging around the former king for almost a month now in Bar time and is very much afraid his conscience has been located.

Which would explain his sudden, not-quite-looming presence in front of Tonio's chair.

"Merlin of Chaos."

Yes, that is a hand being offered -- without something sharp and pointy innit.

[signore_treschi]

They're tricksy things, consciences. They have a nasty habit of turning up when they're least wanted. Still, Tonio is a gentleman, and he expects the same courtesy from everyone else - so he can take the man's hand with equanamity. As fas as he's concerned, the Goth and he have settled their differences. He takes the offered hand, with a nod that could just as well be a bow - if he'd stood.

"Tonio Treschi, and you'll forgive me for not standing, signore."

[markedcard]

"You're forgiven," Merlin's smile is almost wry, and very definitely hints at a sense of humor that was not in play earlier. "How is the healing coming along?" While the Chaosian prince might suspect that Tonio is human, he'd prefer to let the facts speak for themselves instead of assuming anything. For today, at least.

[signore_treschi]

Tonio chuckles.

"I have had worse wounds," he says wryly, not hinting at the nature of the wounds, "but I have been well-treated. The doctor is very skillful. I will barely scar, he says."

Yes, Tonio is quite human, albeit a little different from other men.

[destroy_restart]

There is a man nearby, smoking a cigar.

The man is a tarot card, actually, but supposedly, Tonio wouldn't know.

He looks at Tonio with something approaching amusement. A foil, finally, for the King of Wands who would swear he was merely the Nine of Swords...

The King deserved it!

[signore_treschi]

Tonio would be very curious to know what card the man would associate him with - he is not ignorant of such parlour games, although that is all he takes them for. He does not think he is superstitious.

Still, he likes the smell of the cigar.

[destroy_restart]

"Morning," Tower says, cheerfully, coming closer. He senses the potential for curiosity, and the potential for fierce, decisive action of a nature that he himself approves of.

[signore_treschi]

"God morning to you, signore," he replies politely, tipping his head slightly to the side and giving the other man a curious look. Here is someone to be reckoned with, if his confidence is not a lie.

[oh_wowee]

Toki was never one to hold a grudge. Well, there was the one exception to the rule, but Tonio wasn't it.

He smiled as he sat down nearby in an equally squishy chair gave a nod to the other man, "You fights real well yesterday. I can appreciates dat."

Don't mind the smug expression, it's because of something else entirely.

[signore_treschi]

"My thanks," says Tonio. Gosh. It seems as if all of the Goth's friends are going to forgive him, are they? Well, he can be gracious.

"You'd be surprised how well imminent death can sharpen the skills," he says wryly.

[oh_wowee]

Toki's smile went sly, "I wouldn't bes surprise about death in any ways. I sees a plenty of it."

Beat.

"Toki Wartooth, I plays for a band call Dethklok, I never catches your name, only gots explain why you has a duel."

[signore_treschi]

Tonio shrugs. Fair enough.

"Tonio treschi," he says, because 'Marc Antonio' is really a mouthful!

[will_scarlett]

(OOC: Are you still open for much slowtime?))

Will didn't witness the duel, because he's been resting his injured leg and so makes no connection to Tonio and the eunuch only a man who's been hurt. From a nearby comfortable chair, Will raises his own tankard,

"What 'appened to ye, sir?"

[signore_treschi]

[ooc: always!]

Tonio sips his wine, and shrugs slightly.

"An argument with a sword. I won, but caught a slight scratch before it was over."

[will_scarlett]

Now that makes Will wonder but Teja never did tell him the eunuch's name so he won't press,

"Aye, sir, same thing 'appened to me, swords can be quite troublesome in their ways."

[signore_treschi]

Tonio chuckles, and nods.

"Very true, signore, but so long as one remembers that it is the sharp end that goes into the enemy, there doesn't tend to be too much of a problem!"