Francesco shakes slightly his head.
"the only one with me was eliot dawn...a ordo dracul...cultist? believer? belonger? that stuff in any case. politics." he murmurs. "and i did cut it short afterwards, i had gone without eating for a couple days...poaching risk and all...but that's that. i do have a question though...but i don't know wherever to keep it for myself or not. seeing how my asking questions brings half the world trying to rip my chest out." francesco smiles, irony heavily present in the last sentence. but no anger or grudges, he's a sarcastical man, and one who never bears ill...maybe.