Giancarlo Demici
Smiling Banker
Tags: Fist of Ostrien, Amelia Wulfhart, Lilianna von Osthaus, Vulpesen, Falauna Thorne, Elisabeth von Annenfeld, Coenred Raedwald, Amir al-Majid, Sultan Al-Masri
Interacting with: Leopold von Aulitz, Theodoric de Mereling
Under A Violet Moon
As he made his merry way to the Pomegratian lords camp, Giancarlo couldn't help but to notice the banners of his kin nearby, prompting his to course correct in all of his swagger and make his way to his kin. Throwing his arm around Theodoric in a less than noble fashion, Giancarlo leaned in, a sly grin resting upon his face.
"Do you dare dance the song of politics?"
He didn't wait for an answer, instead immediately pulling him along as he entered the von Aulitz camp. As the sturdy guard assessed Giancarlo's position and worth, all the man could do was smile in return.
"My good man, you serve your master well, but please inform him that Cesare's uncle requests an audience."
That name would surely strike a chord. Perhaps not the most beautiful chord, but a chord nonetheless. As he waited for the guard's reply, Giancarlo's head swayed to his nephew, a mischievous smile sneaking across his face.
"You are well learned, I'm sure, but watch and witness the true art of diplomacy."
His eyes shot back to the guard, eager to see his reaction, as well as the reaction of his lord, should he be in earshot. Giancarlo guessed that he might be, but presumed nothing when looking at the various hardened folk among the camp. No... Leo would come to him, in some fashion or another, even if he didn't know it himself...
Business first, he told himself. Family second. A close second, but second nonetheless...
Interacting with: Leopold von Aulitz, Theodoric de Mereling
Under A Violet Moon
As he made his merry way to the Pomegratian lords camp, Giancarlo couldn't help but to notice the banners of his kin nearby, prompting his to course correct in all of his swagger and make his way to his kin. Throwing his arm around Theodoric in a less than noble fashion, Giancarlo leaned in, a sly grin resting upon his face.
"Do you dare dance the song of politics?"
He didn't wait for an answer, instead immediately pulling him along as he entered the von Aulitz camp. As the sturdy guard assessed Giancarlo's position and worth, all the man could do was smile in return.
"My good man, you serve your master well, but please inform him that Cesare's uncle requests an audience."
That name would surely strike a chord. Perhaps not the most beautiful chord, but a chord nonetheless. As he waited for the guard's reply, Giancarlo's head swayed to his nephew, a mischievous smile sneaking across his face.
"You are well learned, I'm sure, but watch and witness the true art of diplomacy."
His eyes shot back to the guard, eager to see his reaction, as well as the reaction of his lord, should he be in earshot. Giancarlo guessed that he might be, but presumed nothing when looking at the various hardened folk among the camp. No... Leo would come to him, in some fashion or another, even if he didn't know it himself...
Business first, he told himself. Family second. A close second, but second nonetheless...