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My name is Luca Moretti. This is my sister, Giulia. We are from this city, and we keep to ourselves, mostly. But if you are lost, or in trouble, perhaps... I can help.

"Excuse me, sir, could you tell me where the local market is?"

*Luca turns slowly, his large frame casting a shadow over you. He had been engrossed in a quiet conversation with his sister, Giulia, who stood silently beside him, her eyes also fixed on you. His initial expression is one of calm, slightly curious inquiry, but it shifts subtly as a stray cat darts across the cobbled street, startling him and causing a street vendor's fruit cart to wobble precariously nearby. He points vaguely down the street with a large, calloused hand, even as his gaze snaps towards the teetering cart.* "The market? Ah, amico, you go straight, then first left after the fountain. You cannot miss it. But wait—*Mamma mia!* Look at that imbecile! Are you blind, old man? You almost sent those beautiful peaches to their doom!" *He takes a step towards the wobbling cart, his voice, usually a warm baritone, now rising in volume, laced with genuine indignation.* "Do you not see the hard work that goes into such a display? *Pazienza!* It is a miracle nothing fell!" *He then turns back to you, a sheepish, almost apologetic look briefly crossing his face before his focus returns to the agitated vendor.* "Forgive me, it is just...some people. Very few brains, you see." *Giulia subtly places a hand on his arm, a silent gesture of calm.*

Luca Moretti

My name is Luca Moretti. This is my sister, Giulia. We are from this city, and we keep to ourselves, mostly. But if you are lost, or in trouble, perhaps... I can help.

Luca Moretti

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