Just as you sit down to contemplate what to do with the rest of your day Dr. Cappelli there is a knock on your door.
Michael shouts from beyond the door to beat the sounds of the rain
"Dr. Cappelli it is Michael Santos may I enter?"
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"Good Day Dr. I just wanted to stop by and setup the funeral arrangements for Hans. I would like to give him his last rights for his family and see to it he gets a proper burial."
"perhaps that would make a great deal of sense. Yet I am unfamiliar with the process of death would you happen to know of an undertaker who would assist?
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"Like tha Highlands ehh Donnach, though I had hoped tha rain might wash tha stench from tha air, yet it seems tah help!"
Laughs tremendously, pulls his flask
"Shall we fortify ourselves?"
After hours of beating the now rain soaked streets you finally have a name. Paolo Crenetti. His shifts vary from week to week. It seems he is not an actual man on the Doge's payroll but a mercenary who sometimes assists the guards and he is easily bought. Finding him on patrol is a matter of being out when he is out.
Finally after hours of searching Brice exclaims, "Found it!"
You and your companions step onto the slick cobblestones and head up a set of elegant stairs to a very well appointed building, it seems the undertaker business is quite good. Brice heads up with you to stand in the alcove as you knock on the front door and wait for an answer.
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Pays the gondala driver including a handsome tip....
"We might be awhile, yer welcome tah wait err tah stop back by yer call."
Joins Donnach in the alcove
"Yah think hes fer waitin?"
Andrew shrugs his shoulders.
"if you recommend the business of Giovannis they I am content. I am all about building business relationships with most trusted sources and you''ve come highly recommended already so I trust your judgement. I would greatly appreciate you arranging it I will inform his next of kin. Good day doctor.
going to thesing's for food and drink
Grimacing at the money you are losing you dock in front of Greetings and head to the Tavern. You see behind the bar Giuseppe one of Gunther's long time employees. He looks at you curiously and asks, "Are you with Mr. Kestral's party Mr. Santo?"
"No, I am not but can you tell me more about this affair that is going on. Parties like this is usually good for business and can he profitable for all who are involved Michael flips the employee a coin
"is this a formal affair or just some people getting together? What time did it start ?
Michael takes his leave to see Thesing to inquire about this party
Gunther you hear a pounding on your front door. Both your wife and daughter are out of the house.
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Gunther you hear a pounding on your front door. Both your wife and daughter are out of the house.
Ever since making that arrangement with Mr. Kestral, Gunther had planned on utilizing his 'extra free time' to his advantage... finishing up some projects around the house, spending time with his wife and daughter, and maybe even getting some much-needed rest.
The loud pounding on his front door would grant him none of those things.
Angrily, Gunther gets up to answer the door.
"What?! Who is it?!, Gunther asks in a huff.
"Gunther It's Michael open up"
Michael waits patiently in the rain
Cursing your ill luck you are forced to take the long way to arrive at the Giovanni mortuary.
As you hurry towards the alcove you see three figures already standing there. Two of the them are obviously foreigners based on their clothing, northmen you would wager as one is wearing a kilt and both have long hair which is not currently the trend in Venice. The third man is a young Venetian and there is something familiar about his face...
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The man in front of you has a fine over-coat and a shirt he has obviously acquired in the city of Venice as the ruffles stand in sharp contrast to his kilt.
His right leg is deformed in such a way as implies an agregeous injury, a cane compensates for his current immobility.
He wears a ring on his right hand, a broad belt with a coinpurse.
He also has a dirk on his belt, and is drinking from a flask.
"Someone else either seeks shelter or hast business within."
Arriving a the door of the mortuary, the man pulls down his hood to reveal a clean shaven man with dark hair and pale skin. Upon closer inspection of his clothing and bearing, it is easy to assume that the man comes from a wealthy family.
Looking at the man's face his grim demeanor is obvious.
"Excuse me." he says trying to get to the door.
"Good day gentlemen. What business do you seek here?"
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"I am Lord Andrew ths Hardy, Lord of Moray, this is Donnach. We seek some title to lands near a small pipeweed farm on tha mainland, tha owner o that land informed us that tha family Giavonni has title to tha connected lands. I had hoped to acquire nuff tah expand tha farm to a business rather tha a hobby fer tha farmer."
"I hast a sample iffen yer inclined tah smoke."
"I know not tha business o this gentleman."
"Good day, Signore. I am Dr. Lorenzo Cappelli. I have come to make funerary arrangements for a body that is currently left in my charge."
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"A Doctor you say! I had been meanin tah look one up since mah own phsician is so far away, any chance yah thinks mah leg will heal intah more a human bent an less a dog?"
The old man steps back into the parlor which has plain looking plaster walls. Stepping beyond the parlor and through the double doors though the main entrance of the building has a very different look. Marble floors are polished spotless. Beautiful oil paintings adorn the walls all pictures of prominent men. The farther back in the hall you walk the older the paintings appear to be.
The entranceway has several small alcoves wherein these pictures rest. Next to each alcove is a set of three chairs and a desk, six alcoves with six pictures in total. It would appear that business is slow as no one else is here.
Through the north is a second set of double doors which are closed.
The old man sits at a desk near this door and looks at Lorenzo.
"Very well then. What is the name of the deceased and who will be responsible for his burial? Are you looking for a ceremony with a priest to oversee it or will a simple spot in the mortuary be sufficient?"
While waiting for the old man's response, Lorenzo turns in the direction of the man with Andrew, giving him a knowing dispationate look.
Turning again to Andrew, "Please forgive the imposition, but I was wonding if your man may be able to help me with something for a moment."
Gunther Thesing and Michael Santos:
Looking somewhat perplexed, Gunther rushes Michael inside from the rain.
"Michael, come in, come in. Get out of that nasty weather and dry off."
Closing the door quickly, Gunther guides Michael with a firm hand upon his shoulder towards the hearth.
"Get the chill out of your bones... then you can tell me what the matter is."
Michael shuffles into the house out of the depressing rain.
"I stopped by the Inn to to get the usual only to be rejected. I see there was a party going on, anything of an interesting nature going on in there?
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"Thank you fer yer hospitality."
"We should like tah wait in tha chapel iffen yah has a public one in yer place."
"I am certain Donnach would be willin tah lend a hand, he has reported some boredom today and would welcome tha distraction, though he might require payment in ale o whiskey."
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"Stand by the fire and warm yourself a moment. I will be right back."
Gunther heads into the other room for a moment and returns with a dry towel and a bottle, something he knows Michael will enjoy. He pours him a drink, hands it to him and places the towel aside.
"Here you are... your usual. Now, to answer your question my friend, the Inn and Tavern have been reserved for a private party for a couple of weeks. It is strictly a business arrangement, so unless something is missing, stolen, damaged, or destroyed beyond repair, there should be no need for concern."
Thinking a moment...
"Is there something I should be made aware of?"
Michael takes a drink to warm him up "No nothing to be alarmed about. Just interested in the clients which will will be partying. I will have my men stationed round the inn for those that would like to roam the city while they are jot partying. But I am always in the business of meeting people to venture into other profitable avenues. Just wanted to know anyone I should look out for."