Har har har! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die!
01-28-2016, 01:51 PM
Perhaps his luck was changing. Instantly the woman had his undivided attention. The words she spoke were halting, clipped and accented strangely, but they were undeniably Italian. Anything was better than how he'd been bumbling his way through. Her limited Italian with his limited English was better than his limited English and no Italian at all. He'd make it work. "Grazie a Dio!" What really interested him was her statement concerning a wolf who was - presumably - fluent in Italian. This gave him hope. It seemed that few in this land spoke his language, so hopefully Enrico in his travels had stood out. That assumed many things, but if it were true then he must have caught someone's eye at some point. Would Enrico have been drawn to those who spoke his first language like Basileus himself was? That could be the key to finding him. The chance to actually speak with someone in his native tongue was too great to pass up. Basileus sought to stride closer and bring them within speaking distance. "Please," he considered attempting what he had to say in English, but the odds of him mangling it to bits were great. He forced himself to speak slowly and clearly. "Sto cercando qualcuno. Forse l'avete visto lui? Parla anche italiano." Basileus paused there to gauge her reaction. If she understood he was ready to launch into a description of Enrico and if she didn't then he'd just have to try again, wouldn't he? |