Hey, it wasn't just blood money. It was generational blood money. A whole family business based off of murder going back for generations. Honestly were it not for the Antaam invasion, the Dellamortes had branched out enough in investments that they didn't need the Crow money anymore. But then there was the Antaam doing things like burning vineyards down, and they took care of their own people.
Someone somewhere always needed to die. Murder was a reliable business when times were hard, and stopping would only make them targets anyway. This way the farmers that worked for them could re-settle elsewhere and weren't so destitute at starting over. This way Lucanis' favorite tailor could settle into a different city closer to his family but not too far away to still do work for them.
La Rosa was true to his word in trying to make the process as painless as possible, and it seemed he did have some experience with customers new to such treatment. But him and Lucanis chatted away as he wrapped the tape around various parts of Davrin, asking him to move this way or that and taking down notes on a notepad filled with numbers and shorthand symbols. The man had three grand children with a fourth on the way across two children, Lucanis remembered all of their names and asked about them. For his part, La Rosa asked about Lucanis' cousin Illario, and someone (something?) named Irene who Lucanis informed him was doing well and being looked after by Illario as Lucanis was on a job and not reliably at home at the moment.
They did not talk about Treviso. Aside from a brief 'it was terrible to hear about Caterina' they did not talk about Caterina. They did not talk about why Lucanis was absent for a year.
While he made the polite conversation, Lucanis took the time to check his handiwork - Davrin's back was healing nicely. In time he felt confident that the scars that had come from it would fade entirely, even as he traced the other on the Warden's body and wondered where they came from. Curiosity, that was all.
That was all.
"Now - Ser Warden, for your shirts, do you have a preference for color or fabric or style?" La Rosa asked when he was satisfied with his numbers. This was Lucanis' friend, and Lucanis was infamously non-fussy about his own clothing to the point that it was better to ask if an opinion existed rather than simply assume one did.
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Someone somewhere always needed to die. Murder was a reliable business when times were hard, and stopping would only make them targets anyway. This way the farmers that worked for them could re-settle elsewhere and weren't so destitute at starting over. This way Lucanis' favorite tailor could settle into a different city closer to his family but not too far away to still do work for them.
La Rosa was true to his word in trying to make the process as painless as possible, and it seemed he did have some experience with customers new to such treatment. But him and Lucanis chatted away as he wrapped the tape around various parts of Davrin, asking him to move this way or that and taking down notes on a notepad filled with numbers and shorthand symbols. The man had three grand children with a fourth on the way across two children, Lucanis remembered all of their names and asked about them. For his part, La Rosa asked about Lucanis' cousin Illario, and someone (something?) named Irene who Lucanis informed him was doing well and being looked after by Illario as Lucanis was on a job and not reliably at home at the moment.
They did not talk about Treviso. Aside from a brief 'it was terrible to hear about Caterina' they did not talk about Caterina. They did not talk about why Lucanis was absent for a year.
While he made the polite conversation, Lucanis took the time to check his handiwork - Davrin's back was healing nicely. In time he felt confident that the scars that had come from it would fade entirely, even as he traced the other on the Warden's body and wondered where they came from. Curiosity, that was all.
That was all.
"Now - Ser Warden, for your shirts, do you have a preference for color or fabric or style?" La Rosa asked when he was satisfied with his numbers. This was Lucanis' friend, and Lucanis was infamously non-fussy about his own clothing to the point that it was better to ask if an opinion existed rather than simply assume one did.