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[sicarius]

[HELLO ASGARD. THIS IS YOUR RESIDENT ITALIAN ASSASSIN SHOPKEEPER ON THE LINE. And said resident Italian looks as if he has a question- or would if he currently wasn't having his attention directed to something on his outfit. Something like a grey hair.

Dio mio, does he really need a reminder about his age on top of fighting a war. Ezio makes a face at that, brushing off his sleeve and finally turning to the camera again.]

Buon giorno, Asgard. A question. [A pause, and then-] At what age do you start to consider someone as "old?"

[No, this has nothing to do with his novices telling him he needs to be more careful because of his age, or ghost pangs of old wounds when he moves the wrong way, what are you talking about. This is just normal conversation.

Right.

Right.]

[[FYI: Some characters might have the (mis)fortune of Ezio conking out in the middle of their conversation, as he's going on a canon update! Enjoy.]]

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[bythewaves]

Family are like that eh? Whether of blood or otherwise. Their very care is at once both a source of comfort and occasionally a chokehold, but a loving one all the same!

[ Or a chain murmurs Celegorm sadly But no less loved whispers the Ambarussa We are sorry brother ]

[sicarius]

Always. That is one thing I will never doubt.

[bythewaves]

Then you have a good family, sir, and I wish you all the joy in them.

[sicarius]

Grazie mille, as we would say in Italy. I give you my thanks.

hover for translation~

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor smiles and bows in return ]

Alassenya nés. Your language is a lovely one, good sir.