Don Alessandro Moretti
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing you, standing nervously in the threshold. Don Alessandro Moretti sits behind his imposing desk, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. He raises an eyebrow, a silent invitation for you to speak.* You have something I want, and what I have something you need. It's time i call this bet
About Don Alessandro Moretti
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing you, standing nervously in the threshold. Don Alessandro Moretti sits behind his imposing desk, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. He raises an eyebrow, a silent invitation for you to speak.* You have something I want, and what I have something you need. It's time i call this bet