Recent content by Lorenzo Vitale

The smile of the girl told Lorenzo quite a bit. She was someone who liked to play with her food. This was intriguing, intoxicating even, provided of course Lorenzo stayed off the menu. "I won't forget it." Lorenzo replied. His yellow eyes darted over to Bruscilla, then Aristeia. "We can go...

Lorenzo's eyes bounced between the elf woman and her guest as they held conversation. Darke seemed to believe it possible where Bruscilla was too occupied. Bruscilla's enthusiasm, or lack of condemnation rather, implied she believed the stranger able. Perhaps Lorenzo's scheme held life after...

Lorenzo looked over at Bruscilla with a cocked eyebrow, giving her a look that communicated something like ‘can she be trusted?’ Aristiea would recognize it without much difficulty. The former druid would make a dramatic huff and hand Aristeia the message she had just read. It would detail...

Lorenzo glanced over at the woman cleaning her blood off her face. A definite foreigner. "I've been trading Bruscilla rare bottles for consultation for the last . . . is it five decades now? Or would you say six?" Lorenzo pushed the conversation to Bruscilla. "I'd actually prefer not to say...

Herbert gave a dutiful nod as Druscilla dismissed him and left the pair as gracefully as a dwarf could muster. He soon found his way to the front, Lorenzo right where he left him. “You’re in luck. Bruscilla and her guest have graciously allowed you to join their meeting. With me then.” The...

While Lorenzo waited at the counter one Herbert Whiteflower, formerly known as Horvath Redstone, made his way through the back towards Bruscilla’s entertaining room. He didn’t know exactly who Burscilla’s guest was, but he knew she wasn’t from the cities normal menagerie. Which meant she was a...

Bruscilla’s Botanical was one of the most if not the most well stocked herbal markets Alliria had to offer. Bruscilla herself was a druid in times past, wandering with a conclave for many years before she was domesticated by exotic wines and lavish living quarters via a scandalous relationship...

"Are you always so dramatic?" Lorenzo responded to Afanas. Swearing on his soul for a man he'd shared what, two drinks with? The holier-than-thou attitude was growing weary. To his credit Crowne Garisi was far more guarded, not offering more information than necessary. Cosimo Imiliane 's...

As Lorenzo covered the buy in he noticed the price was steep. With over a century’s worth of dealing in Alliria Lorenzo had assets, far more than the average man, but he was also no merchant prince. He would have to be shrewd at this table. As Lorelei Darke extended a cigarette he grabbed it’s...

Ah Pagiano’s day. A time of opportunity. The Vitale’s had a number of different jobs going on throughout the city. Lorenzo had already completed his assignment for the day, the kidnapping of a young woman whose mother ran a traditionally disreputable establishment. It was embarrassingly simple...

"Last I checked all cattle was mortal, lest you be trying to squeeze the blood from a stone." Lorenzo replied to Afanas . An arrogant idealist, with no sense of decorum. He'd be a perfect fit to join the ranks of the Merchant Princes. Unsurprisingly the comment disturbed the boy, Cosimo Imiliane...

Lorenzo looked over at the vampire. The more he opened his mouth the more Lorenzo learned little bits about him. He wasn't the first 'above it all' man that he'd met, nor would he be the last. It was annoying, but nothing Lorenzo hadn't dealt with before. "No, I suspect you'd not." Lorenzo...

Lorenzo heard Afanas speak a plan of cashing in on the current offer from the Merchant Council. A privateer then? Lorenzo didn’t presume to have a full understanding of the creature’s machinations, but he was definitely a foreigner. A foreigner that liked to talk, and pontificate at that. He...

Lorenzo’s order of bread and butter came. He sipped some more wine and began to taste the crunch of the bread. Lorenzo’s ear’s piked at Cosimo Imiliane ’s question. It was the business of the hour. There was little way to tell if the man would answer truthfully, but it would surely grant some...

Lorenzo's attention became divided as he heard the scuffle between the Minotaur and the gambler. He was surprised at the adroitness of the the drunkard over the minotaur. The fixer thought the minotaur could probably take him if it actually came to blows, but it seemed he was a coward. Perhaps...