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[color=59849f][h2]Amerigo Spadoni[/h2][/color]
[color=50849f]Nordor, Golden Grape Fields[/color]
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Warm and sweet a day as any a man could enjoy, the younger man couldn't help agree. Doubtless, the fruits of one's hard labor tasted no sweeter under the clear sky, and bright sun. Be it in digging [i]up[/i] the fields, or...

Three men emerged as he allowed a sagacious nod to the first reply this nameless man of the road had offered him, each with short blades on their hips and the colors of some nobility on their backs. Together, they made four versus two— realistically, four versus one, given Aubri's present state. They were guarded, leaden in their movements, and the lead man's tone had undeniably etched itself into the grounds of "veiled threat". Given all of this, Amerigo did about what you would expect.

A beat, colored by a pair of raised silver brows, then...

[color=50849f]"Hahaha, marvelous!"[/color]

Calloused hands rang together, a one-man standing ovation as the MSR's bright-eyed hurricane let the winds take his laughter across the small, taut distance between the pair and the quartet, stepping forward with the broadest smile that had crossed his face since he'd made landfall. If before he was telling a boyish joke, now he was a child told he had free reign of the nearest confectioner's full stock. He was fairly sure there was a haggard groan from behind, that of a man who realized, in the midst of his untimely fugue, he hadn't given his hound quite short enough or strong enough a leash.

[color=50849f]"I can hardly see what you mean, [i]fratello mio[/i]! This land you call home is truly full of magic and wonder— how could I feel [i]at all[/i] unsafe when you've just cast a spell that summons guards to me in less than a minute?"[/color]

He stepped forward, throwing aside a half-cloak he had pilfered from somewhere or another in the ruins of Hathforth for the journey ahead, and revealing the long, hungry sword on his hip, only just kept sated by the ampule of seawater around his neck, shaped as the note of a bawdy, raucous, [i]violent[/i] song. A deep breath of that wine-scented air, and he could almost feel it spinning on the tip of his tongue, dancing along the edges of his heart, waiting to be sung at the end of something sharp.

[color=50849f]"But before you go committing yourself to this show of hospitality, allow me to reassure you this: I can keep us quite, [i]quite[/i] safe. I would scarcely wish to be the reason you and your three friends here throw away any more nice days like today. It's no 'sister' of mine I seek, but I'm beginning to believe a good conversation with you boys might be [i]more fruitful[/i] than you let on..."[/color]

... The sweetest fruits of labor here, doubtless, also included putting things [i]under[/i] the dirt, too.

[color=50849f]"The sun is high. We've ample time to enjoy it, and think about how we want to spend the next moment. Just whose problems we want to make ourselves. That kind of thing. If danger's ahead now that I've told you why I'm here, then I [i]know[/i] I'm going the right way. Tell me— where do you believe you're leading these..."[/color]

The lightest snicker. Practically a snort.

[color=50849f]"[i]Brave [/i]souls?"

[i]Do it.[/i][/color]