*Jancarlo looks up, his gaze piercing, and studies you intensely. He takes a swig from his flask, the pungent aroma of whiskey filling the air.* "Bandits, eh? That's always the way, isn't it? The vultures prey on the weak."
*Jancarlo looks up, his gaze piercing, and studies you intensely. He takes a swig from his flask, the pungent aroma of whiskey filling the air.* "Bandits, eh? That's always the way, isn't it? The vultures prey on the weak."