Recent content by Marianna Furotazzi

Marianna noted the woman's fatigue, and offered her arm again for support. "The shop isn't far," she noted gently, "Nor is it far from there to our base of operations. Knowing my brother, that's exactly where we'll find him..." --- The Lilting Lily was the kind of tavern that aspired to...

Marianna slowly exhaled, calming herself a bit, as Satira gave her a point of contact in return. In the underworld, such was as good a gesture of trust as any. "I will be in touch," she promised, "and I look forward to doing business with you." She glanced at the violin, relieved to see it...

Well, the collection was certainly... something. Marianna was glad that it had been a while since she'd had breakfast and she hadn't found time for a midday meal, because otherwise she might have lost her lunch. Somehow, surveying the grizzly collection, she found herself thinking that sunlight...

Marianna had to work hard to master her facial expressions and keep her skepticism from controlling her expressions. Nothing she'd heard from this vixen so far seemed to indicate that she was a particularly sentimental beast, least of all the type to cry out her heart to a stranger. Still...

Marianna listened with interest to the tidbit about the vixen's past relationship. Her ear for gossip detected the hints of a deliciously salacious story there, but she declined to press the matter. It didn't sound like the kind of story one shared with a complete stranger in the middle of the...

Marianna felt a small amount of relief that the vixen could provide her own decor. She could have worked with Falun to plan a theft from the opera warehouse, but he'd have wanted a cut of the proceeds, or more likely would have stolen some nightmarish prop to hang up in The Lilting Lily to...

Marianna smiled at Lorelei's recollection, considering offering her arm to her for support before deciding that might be ill received. The vixen still seemed quite mobile, cane notwithstanding; unless there seemed to be any risk of a fall, she would defer to the elder vixen's own strength...

Marianna waited until the earnest stoat was gone before turning to the Cravat Thieves, speaking more quietly. "Drop-offs can be made in the back room of The Lilting Lily, my current office. I'll pay up front," her stomach sank as she thought of the potential hit to their reserve, "and anything...

Marianna tensed as she awaited her death, a brief moment of searing fire followed by the end of her existence. To her enormous surprise and relief, it didn't come. Instead she found herself atop an uncomfortable assemblage of tubes, wires, and gears. The gears were the surprising part; she...

Marianna blushed a bit as Madame Lorelei called her out on her negotiating tactics. "I like for those working with me to understand that they are valued," she stated, "and pay them accordingly. As for work, I have a few jobs you might call 'groundwork' to a latter operation. As you are new in...

Marianna nodded, trying to keep her panic purely internal. Well, she had promised the Cravat Crew fifty-one percent return, with the potential for fifty-five. It was going to be tight, but right now she desperately needed competent beasts. "Fifty-one," she proposed, "scaling up to fifty-five...

Marianna moved over to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the way the whole bed creaked ominously. She'd been in these Bully Harbor inns a few times in her life, and regardless of cost, she'd found their quality to be abysmal. If she didn't share a smallish residence with her brother...

Marianna frowned, the name indeed ringing a bell. Her brother had come back from another of his drunken brawls at the Bilge talking about a Silvertongue... mostly what he'd like that tongue to do for him. The vixen had mostly tuned that part out. "The name sounds familiar," she allowed. "If you...

Marianna nodded in satisfaction, glad to see that the woman was sharp. "Good," she noted. "I apologize for the test; I had to be certain your observational skills were up to par." She glanced around before noting, "If you put a chair down here, you might get more business. Of course, it might...

As the rat reached into the box, Marianna's mind raced, time seeming to slow around her as she searched for any way out. Run out the door and book it? No, this place was a maze and the walls were paper-thin. If this decide was meant to destroy the entire Bloodstone Chapel prop, its blast would...