[She, too, is looking for more, but with the advancements she's unaccustomed to, Lucrezia dawdles more than others. Everything is new, from the writing utensils no longer dipped in ink to the flickering lights above them. She is unsure what she is looking for, but each few steps seems to have her taken with something else. She is adapting, or at least trying to, but it all seems so strange.
She takes her suitcase, feeling strange to have something packed for her, and it is not the ornate chests she is used to.]
Have you found yours? [Perhaps she shouldn't care, but everyone seems almost as lost and vacant as she does. No one is familiar to her, and while his look should frighten her, he seems more a poor boy than someone deranged. Rome is filled enough with the dregs, the bishops and cardinals squandering and laundering money for themselves. But that does not mean she is so ungracious.]
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She takes her suitcase, feeling strange to have something packed for her, and it is not the ornate chests she is used to.]
Have you found yours? [Perhaps she shouldn't care, but everyone seems almost as lost and vacant as she does. No one is familiar to her, and while his look should frighten her, he seems more a poor boy than someone deranged. Rome is filled enough with the dregs, the bishops and cardinals squandering and laundering money for themselves. But that does not mean she is so ungracious.]