Post by Antonin Deliambre on Mar 10, 2015 11:16:43 GMT -5
Returning to the inn that continued to house his family, Antonin was grim-featured still, his eyes gritty with fatigue, anger and frustration. The questioning had been agreed upon between he and the Duke of Seravino, but before they could get down to it, both conceded that rest, food and respective family meetings were in order. Consequently, when he arrived at the inn, the Duke of Calandria ordered a full lunch and requested the presences of his varied family members to discuss what happened, what was going to happen, and where to go from here.
Sitting at the head of the long table set for their lunch, he cradled a mug of ale, not trusting himself to quaff anything stronger for now. Brandy would put him to sleep, and whiskey would only fuel his anger when he most needed to stay calm. His mind refused to be quiet, racing at a thousand miles a minute with suspicions, details and analyses that would be augmented or otherwise set aside based on the forthcoming discussion. And more, Antonin wanted to hear from his brothers, sisters and cousins what their thoughts were. They were a family, and so they would handle this as a family.
Long legs were stretched out before him, his boots dusty still from the walk back from the Montefiores. A second meeting would be in order between the two Dukes once each of them had spoken with his family, and then the questioning of the prisoner would begin. He held little hope that the man knew much, but perhaps some few details would come to light that would allow for investigation. For now, he simply kept his gaze trained on the door, waiting for each of them to arrive.
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