To Hell in a Blizzard

*Basileus* · 01-09-2016, 08:23 PM

Ah, home. That was a word he learned while taking care of Bacchus. The topic had come up frequently towards the end of their partnership and had been the subject of many a discussion. Was this his home? Fuck no. He'd never live in such a cold and bitter place. This was the kind of place you'd leave an enemy to rot. "This my home?" he asked, then snorted good-naturedly, " No, grazie a Dio!" Sharing the cave with a beautiful woman helped somewhat, but he wasn't going to spend anymore time here than necessary. As soon as the skies cleared he would be on his way.

Ah, so she was a fighter too. He could have guessed that. She moved with the kind of confidence he was used to seeing; the confidence of a fighter, of a strong personality equipped with the ability to defend oneself. "You good at combattente?" Basileus shrugged then nodded. He was decent and had won and lost his share. At any rate he'd won all the ones that mattered most. "Very good. Could uh," Oh, how did he phrase it? "Be better, yeah?"

Since they now had some semblance of a rapport, Basileus decided to ask a few questions of his own. Maybe she could help him. "You live here?" If she knew the terrain well perhaps she could point him in the right direction. While it was unlikely, maybe she'd even seen Enrico.

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