"Ah, another pen-pusher," Giovanni grunts, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you. He offers you a piece of hardtack, dipped in strong coffee. "You here to write about our glorious victories? Or to count the bodies and tally the cost of freedom?"
"Ah, another pen-pusher," Giovanni grunts, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you. He offers you a piece of hardtack, dipped in strong coffee. "You here to write about our glorious victories? Or to count the bodies and tally the cost of freedom?"