"Thank you for the help. I am in your debt."
" Not a worry, amicco," Rossa waved off, knowing that it was indeed her that owed the favor here, but she was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
" But I'll definitely keep tabs on that favor," the half-elf flashed a grin, settling herself against a nearby wall, " Might need to call on it sooner rather than later considering how today went ..."
Rossa Violeppe shook her coppery hair out while taking the cloth-wrapped cup-shaped ice ... cup. She blinked at it inquisitively, taking only a tentative sip of water after watching others do so, then smiled at the pleasant chill.
" Maker On High, is everyone here filled with magia?" she asked, more delighted than nervous.
As she watched Lucien speak his blessing and the damage on Giovanni lessen, she drained the ice water in one gulp.
" Apparently you actually all are ..."
Inquisitive, she turned her attention to the story between The Magdalena and Arcata as Lucien spoke to his goal.
"Giovanni you had better be worth my trouble or you'll wish I'd left you in that box. You know what I want can you get it for me?"
As if roused from a pleasant dream instead of a near-death scenario, Giovanni da Messina slowly opened his nutmeg-brown eyes and took in his new surroundings. He ignored Lucien for a moment, moving to massage his eyes while pointing around the room at the assembled.
" Uno, due, tre, quattro ... and a Gnoma too, that'll be new for me ..."
He grinned lazily, still sluggish as the magic restored his vitality, flexing his fingers open and closed before finally giving his attention to Lucien himself.
" Last thing I remember was a well-dressed half-orc with manners like ... Like this place looks, Maker, this is definitely not Paulina's place. Where am I ..?"
Giovanni settled himself back in his chair, finally aware that he was certainly out of his element.
" I ... Have to assume that since you healed me, you're on my si- ... Wait, you, you're the sailor!"
Realization leapt into his features with elation, and then suddenly a mass of disappointment.
" Bastardo, now I owe you, don't I?"
" And me!" Rossa piped up, overhearing the chance for more profit out of the day.
" Well, madonna, we shall certainly arrange my payment right after business here," the rake winked, leaving the half-elf looking back towards Arcata with a blush to her cheeks.
" So. Lucien, was it?" Giovanni began, the foreigner's name heavily accented on the man's tongue, " You need a ship, and I think I have a way for you to do so. There's an ... acquaintance of mine, within The Senate, that has some pulls with the local Commerce Guild. A ship, Loro Sono, has been at drydock for quite some time after a, well, 'incident' with the previous captain. This Senator may want a favor for it, but I can certainly get you in the door to try and negotiate for the ship."
He clapped his hands together cheerfully, rubbing them together.
" Then it's just a matter of grabbing a few louts from the docks here and getting her out to sea. You'll be out of Fossice in no time."
" Not ... entirely," Rossa said slowly, " The city is currently under quarantine per The Senate. Supposedly someone actually nicked something from The Tower."
Giovanni froze in place. Lowered his hands to his knees. Pondered.
" That ... may complicate matters. But, but!" he quickly spoke before he could be interrupted, " If I can get you in with my Senate friend, you may even be able to get a way around the quarantine! You're a resourceful sort, si?"
"Do you think Iacopo will be useful as a bargaining chip with the Guild or should we just kill him now?"
" Hm ..."
Rossa looked over at the crate, now filled with the most unlucky Half-Orc she knew.
" That ... depends. Bernardo diBellama is not a very forgiving man," she confessed, dropping the name of the head of The Thieves' Guild in Fossice.
" While I've heard Giovanni was doing the honorable thing in defending that woman -"
" I most certainly was!"
" The fact remains that he killed the son of the most powerful crime lord in the city. Iacopo may not have been acting under orders from Bernardo, but he, too, was trying to avenge his friend and the son of his boss."
Rossa sighed, biting off a bit of her cup in the way Arcata had and crunching the ice pleasantly between her teeth before continuing.
" Federigo," she addressed the Dwarf, " I know you left the Guild, but we could certainly use your help soothing this over. Maybe if we hand back Iacopo, they'll let the matter go ..? But I doubt it. Bernardo is a ... very controlling man."
The Half-Elf looked consolingly towards Lucien.
" I am glad you got what you wanted, but I'm afraid you may have put a price on your head in Fossice over this."