giuramento guerrieri

Where was his brother? Brothers. Oh, how he hoped more of the cosca survived. But, inside he was afraid - afraid due to the fact that Father and Antoni had died, that he had seen them die. That all of the higher-ups had died. What hope was left for others? He himself had barely made it out. At least he had met that one boy - the first sign of Italian since he arrived in this land. That, in itself, was a great comfort. He'd sigh and pause there - should he go look for Enrico, with him unable to find any of his brothers, or should he continue his current search? It was, perhaps, that his search for Enrico and Basileus' would runa cross, and he'd be able to find his elder littermate there.