The world is a vampire
07-27-2016, 05:33 PM
Movement in the reeds captured Basil's attention immediately. Out of habit his eyes narrowed suspiciously, but the moment he recognized his old comrade Basileus' expression cleared. "Ah, Vincenzo!" With a nod of his head he invited the man over. "Sembra che la fortuna è dalla nostra parte." Indeed, he was pleased to see the man. Seeing an old friend offered some assurance that not everything was lost. Vincenzo was a reminder that more could have survived. "Il tuo momento è perfetto." He paused a moment to consider what he was going to say. "Non ce ne sono come noi in questa terra. Nessuna." His voice impassioned, he then said, "Con così poco sforzo potremmo possedere tutto." It sounded like an idea that was too good to be true, but Basileus firmly believed in the power of the brotherhood. He had yet to be impressed with the fortitude of any of the wolves he'd met here, and he strongly doubted even the strongest of them would be any match for a collection of made men. Granted, getting to power would be an adventure, but once a new crew of loyal men was gathered it would only be a matter of time. "Voglio portare la confraternita qui." |