Charisma Checks Are My Favored Terrain

Enrico listened with his head tilted slightly, gaze polite as he tracked Sorenn's movements. The other male's words wound down, and Enrico stirred again and spoke somewhat absently as he mulled Sorenn's words over. "If there's a particular rank you want then we'd do a trial best suited for it to see if you have that particular level of skill. But no, we require no trial to allow you in, at the moment. Your abilities when you enter the pack matter far less than the effort you are willing to put forth once you are in it. The best fighters in the world would do me no good if they do not put that skill towards helping their packmates." And then he studied the male curiously. "Traders? Or smugglers?" Both had their merits as far as skills that would be of use to Niente, but he admitted to himself that he was far more used to dealing with the second than the first. Years in the cosca made him less than comfortable with the role of the legitimate businessman, though it was a mask he had hidden behind all along. It felt strange and... empty... for that mask to be hiding nothing. He kept his expression carefully neutral other than polite curiosity, making it clear he wasn't terribly concerned with the idea that the man might have been moving about less than honest goods, and curious what he would say in response.