Pride is a Weapon

This was not the sort of task Vincenzo was used to taking on.  He was muscle, he was brute force meant to complete physical tasks not for the arts of manipulation and scrutiny.  He wasn't stupid by any means.  He excelled in military tactics but interpersonal dynamics were not a strength.  Vincenzo sighed, eyes narrowed as he gazed out across the terra.  He was not a lone wolf.  That was part of the reason he'd joined the Fratelli Rossi.  To be part of a band of brothers, to have a family to belong to and now what?  There was just him and Basileus?  How on earth were they ever going to build themselves back up from this?

A hawk swooped from the sky, snatching a fish as the sun glittered across the water.  This was a rich land, a beautiful land that was ripe for the taking.  Vincenzo could smell the opportunity here and it filled him with excitement but still there was dread.  He'd never felt so conflicted.  It wasn't in his nature to hope… but it was in his nature to scavenge, to survive.  They could not rewrite the past so he would have to work with what was here and he trusted Basileus.  They would rise from these ashes and embed themselves in the land.

Vincenzo started moving again.  He needed the physical movement to get his mind focused on the task at hand and is if the Lady Fortuna herself were guiding him he spied a gray male not to far off resting on a ledge.  "Buon pomeriggio.  Vedere qualcosa di interessante?"  The odds of anyone speaking his native tongue were slim but he thought that he would try.

"Speech"