The Gathering

Duccio chuckles softly, "Yes this city is indeed very interesting and not exactly as it appears on the surface, and you may call me Duccio if that is easier as it is what most call me anyway." He moves to the side and gestures to lead on to the food with a pleasant expression so he can walk side by side with the larger man.

"Yes there was a non-acknowledged Kindred making some trouble and found out the same time the troubles in the sewers happened, so I took care of one of the enemies the Prince has lurking within these shadows."

The Lion makes his way gradually towards the gathered mortals, likely already being eyed by other Cainites in attendance. Taking the time to assess the veritable buffet before them, he seeks out a woman newly over the cusp of adulthood. Moving close, he speaks softly to her, his tones tempered to reassure as well as command.

"Close your eyes, and think of the warm sun on your face, and cool water at your feet." Moving to feed, he is efficient, but not savage, taking the time to savour the meal while he supports the woman's weight. Once finished, he turns to Duccio once again.

"So, tell me. What truly troubles this city? What things do less-adventurous of our kind truly avoid?"

Duccio seems to study the collected gifts from the Prince before beckoning a strong looking man full of the flush of life over getting the man to sit next to himself. Looking into the strong mans eyes Duccio smiles a whispers before the man slowly closes his eyes and Duccio begins to feed.Duccio feeds slowly but not deeply and has he pulls away it is clear that even if the man paled a little there was still plenty of life left for another feeding. Duccio then turns towards Aserymus at his question a chuckles, "What else is there in cities both large and small, secrets and shadows are their downfall and are always the true troubles. Oh and apparently multiple Zealots." The last words were spit from Duccio's mouth with venom as the ostentatious arrival of this new figure.

Abdul slowly exits the Prince's Apartments with a bow, catching the end of the Giovanni's proclamations.
"Good sirs," He bowed politely to the pair. "Abdul Wasi of the Banu Haqim at your service. I didn't catch your name sir."

Turning his head to the side Giovanni hisses. " the white penitent, the pilgrim, an Italian, GIOVANNI BELLINI!" the light reflecting from the iron mask shimmers as Giovanni trembles.

Gargling and spitting behind his iron face Giovanni chokes out "like all good sheep I come when called, but only the Christ is my Shepard"

"It is always wonderful to see men keep their faith after death. But if you are on a Pilgrimage why did you not go to Rome or Your Holy Land? Amsterdam doesn't seem like a place for traveling holy men." Abdul cast a glance at Duccio, "and Mr. Duccio, I must congratulate you on becoming a Champion of our city, even if it's a tad late."

The Lion's eyes narrow slightly at the recent shouting from the newest figure to enter the hall, and once focused they never leave his movements, like a predatory cat stalking its prey. A madman perhaps? Likely, but if so then certainly a learned one. Such a thing was not unheard of, as most afflictions of the mind and body alike tended to ravage prince and pauper the same.

Aserymus make no move to approach the man, but instead his voice cuts through the din in deep tones, wity no mistaking who it is directed at.

"Thank you Abdul, I am just glad to be of service in attempting to keep this city safer and I do hope your meeting with the Prince went smoothly she can be tricky to get a hold of at time." Duccio smiles a nods towards Abdul while keeping the new mad man Giovani within his view whilst drumming his hand upon his cane.

"The issue of faith is one that can lead people down many a path in search for enlightenment but it is always sad to see those who take the teaching to unneeded extreme. And yes the body of the Son has perished but the Spirit lives on in his believers through the will of the Lord, although I feel you are not one who shares in my beliefs so I will not press on that matter."

"She is a tad difficult but what royalty isn't?" Abdul laughed at his own joke for a moment. "And to the contrary Mr. Duccio, the Sultan encourages interfaith dialogue between all those in his realm, and has even attended Easter Mass on occasion. I would gladly discuss theology with you at a later date if you are so inclined."

"Isn't that the truth," Duccio says with a laugh, "and yes I would love to sit and have a chat if we can find the time it is always eye opening talking with those of different faiths. Although my comment was not originally aimed at you but rather to something good Sir Aserymus said it just seems I have not spoke my native tongue in so long I forgot to switch."

Duccio nods towards Auzilie, "If I knew the noise bothered you this much I would have acted it seems I have been too numbed towards the shouts of madmen." he chuckles towards himself as he gets up to help and follow Gregor towards the basement.

"And I am sorry to leave so suddenly gentlemen but it seems I have some work to do. I would love to gather and chat sometime in the future when anyone has the time." Duccio's voice drifts out before trailing off while the rhythmic clack of his cane punctuated the metallic banging.