Fromanzio had decided that arguing with Claire was pointless, there was one last chance for the group. The leader had doubled back on his decision, it was time for an appeal.
"Duty?" Fromanzio began laughing. "Allow Fromanzio to key the leader in on what our duty is. Our duty is to ensure that our job is done, not to protect little taverns and shops. We as a group, could hardly handle one pissed off little mercenary without all keeling over and blowing up a bridge and you want to tackle something bigger now? Fromanzio is not talking about whatever is up Rook's underwear, or Rook himself, he means the Black Market. This little town and its little people mean nothing compared to our mission. Fromanzio has come with the interests of the market in mind, not tiny little insignificant towns."
Fromanzio was pacing now, he had one hand on his bomb bag, split on what he should do. "Tell you what, if you take this little path, Fromanzio will wait for you outside the city. That he will, and when leader and his band of heroes go and whisper tales of doom to the townsfolk quoting a jester the shopkeepers never saw and his friend you don't know, they will call you insane. Then, the people will die, just as they would have anyway. We lose time, they lose their little lives. We are not a travelling self help group, we are a group of hired murderers and nothing more."
