The morning was brilliant with rose and peach clouds, and Giovanni stood waiting while his company prepared for another day. Marco approached, accompanied by a great hulking man, darker than most, dressed as a woodsman. "This man is Nino," said Marco. Nino bowed. His impassive face showed no signs of feeling hapless at being at Marco's beck and call. "Did you hear the stories of the wolves and bears in the forest?" "They were mentioned," said Giovanni. "Is the danger great, when we go by the road?" "Great when it happens," said Nino, his voice deep. "Though it's not often."
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Date: 2025-03-09 08:43 pm (UTC)Marco approached, accompanied by a great hulking man, darker than most, dressed as a woodsman.
"This man is Nino," said Marco.
Nino bowed. His impassive face showed no signs of feeling hapless at being at Marco's beck and call.
"Did you hear the stories of the wolves and bears in the forest?"
"They were mentioned," said Giovanni. "Is the danger great, when we go by the road?"
"Great when it happens," said Nino, his voice deep. "Though it's not often."