The world is a vampire

Swearing in a near constant stream under his breath had left Vincenzo’s throat sore and raw.  He had been up and down this dammable place and not found any sign of Enrico, nothing not a hair, not a paw print and all the loners he’d pressed for information had absolutely nothing to offer.  Enrico was long gone and at this rate they were never going to find the bastard.  Had he been looking all this time?  Of course!  Vincenzo was stubborn, he knew he was stubborn.  If his task was to dig a hole through a mountain he would do it no matter how impossible it seemed.  But this?  Pfft!  He had a better chance of finding a goat with three testicles.  

Vincenzo sat down with a thump and started taking deep breaths.  It’s ok.  It was ooooook.  He wasn’t going to let his anger get the best of him.  Velvet ears flicked as he caught the sound of splashing.  Water?  Oh, praise be!  He could use a drink.  Slipping through the reed and cattails Vincenzo walked right to the edge and lapped voraciously at the water.  The cool liquid felt incredible on his parched throat.  Once he’d taken his fill he started heading back to shore when he noticed a particularly distinct red coat. "Haha!  Basileus! Non pensavo che mi piacerebbe vedere di nuovo!"

"Speech"