Post by Donato Savarese on May 30, 2016 21:33:46 GMT -5
Much to his surprise, Donato’s gut was still quite sore from the sudden blow the dame had delivered. Needless to say, he had vastly underestimated her strength though he had to wonder if it had been partially fueled by her anger. Yes, it was anger that drove the blow. But anger at what? Something he had said? What did he say that offended her so? Naturally, he would have posed these very questions to her, but she had left by the time he had adequately recovered his breath. What a curious creature she had proven to be, and that was exactly why he was going to poke at her again.
That and he needed her help.
The conversation with Daniela had been rather revealing. The rabbit hole that was the mystery surrounding the theft of wine was getting deeper, darker and more dangerous. As confident as he was in his abilities, he could not continue this investigation on his own. As taciturn and dour as she was, she had proven rather useful and … hey, why pass up the opportunity to poke at her a little more? Despite the sudden blow to his stomach, he was actually convinced she liked him a little … in her own particular manner.
Even though figuring out the woman’s mind had proven challenging, the same could not be said about her habits. No, she led a pretty regimented life and that was perfectly fine with him. It meant that she would be much easier to find. On this particular day, he knew she’d be visiting the small chapel devoted to the Gods of the Watermen. Why she did so in the evening, he wasn’t sure about yet. Most people did their devotions earlier in the day.
Whatever.
Rather than go inside the chapel, he merely lounged on a bench within plain sight of the entrance. All he had to do was wait. Giotto whined. Donato cast him a look. “Oh, stop complaining, you ate a few hours ago. You can’t be hungry already. You’re just bored.” The great wire-furred beast then grumbled at him.
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That and he needed her help.
The conversation with Daniela had been rather revealing. The rabbit hole that was the mystery surrounding the theft of wine was getting deeper, darker and more dangerous. As confident as he was in his abilities, he could not continue this investigation on his own. As taciturn and dour as she was, she had proven rather useful and … hey, why pass up the opportunity to poke at her a little more? Despite the sudden blow to his stomach, he was actually convinced she liked him a little … in her own particular manner.
Even though figuring out the woman’s mind had proven challenging, the same could not be said about her habits. No, she led a pretty regimented life and that was perfectly fine with him. It meant that she would be much easier to find. On this particular day, he knew she’d be visiting the small chapel devoted to the Gods of the Watermen. Why she did so in the evening, he wasn’t sure about yet. Most people did their devotions earlier in the day.
Whatever.
Rather than go inside the chapel, he merely lounged on a bench within plain sight of the entrance. All he had to do was wait. Giotto whined. Donato cast him a look. “Oh, stop complaining, you ate a few hours ago. You can’t be hungry already. You’re just bored.” The great wire-furred beast then grumbled at him.
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