Post by ST Alex on Oct 9, 2010 15:43:37 GMT -8
“Why can’t we go to Minotaur’s tonight then? My purse is overflowing already!”
Millard eyes his companion like he was a moron and sighs.
“Minotaur’s is closed due to bereavement, idiota.”
Jeremy pauses and gapes like a fish. “It is? Who died?”
Millard puts a hand to his forehead and sighs, before quaffing more ale.
“The Pazzi had arranged a marriage with the Montague, of Verona. The bride was slain on her progressus to Venice, I’d say no more than a week ago, now.”
Jeremy’s mouth drops open further and his eyes bulge. “Who?”
Millard lifts a cautionary finger and pours himself more ale.
“Rinaldo Pazzi thinks it was House Giovanni. You know they’ve had a rivalry for a long time.”
A sly look crosses Jeremy’s face that has no business being there.
“But you don’t think so, do you, Millard?”
“No, I don’t. I think the Prince of Paris made his move with or without the Queen’s permission.”
The Ventrue and the Brujah tap their tankards together. Millard grins darkly.
“It is unwise to anger so powerful a woman.”
Millard eyes his companion like he was a moron and sighs.
“Minotaur’s is closed due to bereavement, idiota.”
Jeremy pauses and gapes like a fish. “It is? Who died?”
Millard puts a hand to his forehead and sighs, before quaffing more ale.
“The Pazzi had arranged a marriage with the Montague, of Verona. The bride was slain on her progressus to Venice, I’d say no more than a week ago, now.”
Jeremy’s mouth drops open further and his eyes bulge. “Who?”
Millard lifts a cautionary finger and pours himself more ale.
“Rinaldo Pazzi thinks it was House Giovanni. You know they’ve had a rivalry for a long time.”
A sly look crosses Jeremy’s face that has no business being there.
“But you don’t think so, do you, Millard?”
“No, I don’t. I think the Prince of Paris made his move with or without the Queen’s permission.”
The Ventrue and the Brujah tap their tankards together. Millard grins darkly.
“It is unwise to anger so powerful a woman.”