The students, though few, were gathered near a tall tower. They looked around, nervousley. They had been told this was where they would learn, to meet the Great Gattopadro. There didn't seem to be-
There was a black and orange blur as Il Gattopadro landed behind them. "Welcome..." he whispered, "To L'Accademia di Letali. I am Il Gattopadro. I will be your mentor to become a Letali." He spoke in English, though he had a deep and thick Florencian Accent. There were two scythes on either side of his torso, some throwing knives, poison and bombs. His mask's cruel orange glare seemed to break into the soul.
"I must warn you, this is not a game for the light hearted. From the moment I started speaking to you, your lives were put in danger, and they shall be forevermore.
We live in a corrupt society- Those of us who read Latin know that the Church is lying to us to gain income. Gaurds are pillaging homes, burning down shops. The man behind our beautifle country's corruption?
Iacopo Trapatonni. He is employing corrupt bankers, gaurds, priests, all of these, and taking a ten percent slice of their income. This means he recieves thousands per year, making him very wealthy indeed.
Now, as we walk to our building, I will let you socialise- after all, team work is of essence."
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