[ Cesare has collected code words to open hidden doors and secret vaults before he found the right people to say them to, so much of this feels like grabbing about in the dark and hoping something will take a bite and yield him what he wants.
He is fortunate this time. Mulberry leaves do make softer silk, and the maps he requested has been cut up and bound between the pages of a large book he weighs in his hands. The owner would not allow him to open the worn wrapping to see that the map is indeed there, so he must take him at his word and risk being tricked or take the gamble. It is while he hems and haws at the steep price offered that he catches sight of the woman's glance, making no secret of watching her back but then, what's the real loss?
He clears his throat to catch her attention, to make his awareness known. ]
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He is fortunate this time. Mulberry leaves do make softer silk, and the maps he requested has been cut up and bound between the pages of a large book he weighs in his hands. The owner would not allow him to open the worn wrapping to see that the map is indeed there, so he must take him at his word and risk being tricked or take the gamble. It is while he hems and haws at the steep price offered that he catches sight of the woman's glance, making no secret of watching her back but then, what's the real loss?
He clears his throat to catch her attention, to make his awareness known. ]
Are you proud of your good judgment?