Milo's face floods with relief when Fury hold's up the medicine. Reaching out, he takes it from the former bravo hunter, and, after a brief inspection to confirm that its contents had maintained their fidelity, places it in his back pocket. He looks Fury in the eye, his strong gaze laden with gratitude.
"My thanks to you, friend...that concoction is not easily replaced, both in terms of time and of money. I thought for sure Abelia was...was..." His voice breaks, clearly overcome with the implications of that line of thought. Milo shakes his head as if to clear away that possibility. "Fortunately, that is no longer something I need to worry about for the moment. But where are my manners..." Milo's expression changes to a warm one as he extends his hand; for an elder man, his handshake is surprisingly firm. "My name is Milo De Luca, and I am in your gratitude, stranger, doubly so, for both your intercession on my behalf as well as your persistence in reobtaining my property. It's a rare meeting in circumstance, but all the more so in Ranocchio." Milo waves his hand broadly in a gesture which seems to encompass the entirety of the planks.
Milo nods his head at Fury's suggestion to continue the conversation elsewhere. "That would be very welcome indeed, friend. But first," he jerks his head in the direction of the bound bravo, "let's drop our friend here off at the local constable's." Hoisting a now-full pack over his broad shoulders (which Fury later learns contains all the valuables the bravos had been carrying), Milo leads Fury and their prisoner off into the Ranocchian night.
* * * * *
After the brief stop off at the local White Cloak's post - where the two clearly-disinterested guards seemed more than anything to groan upon recognizing Milo, although their annoyance was greatly tempered, not to mention replaced by outright surprise, by his producing a prisoner - the pair make their way to Milo's home. On their way, Milo confirms much of what Fury had already learned from the young bravo: that he represents Ranocchio on Venza's council of the people, and that he has long been one of the area's most active voices in speaking out against the crime and poverty of their shared home. Fury finds the man to be confident and assertive without arrogance or idealism, and also surprisingly good-natured given the events of this afternoon. But then, one would likely need such an attitude in surplus to weather such a life.
The De Lucas' home stands out from its neighbors in the degree to which it has been well-maintained. Where many of the homes of the Planks have long since began to crumble from lack of tenats, lack of funds, or lack of effort, the De Lucas' have clearly worked to keep their modest home in as good condition as they can afford. The inside is a single large room, with the kitchen, sitting area, and bedroom all sharing a single physical space; the effect is cozy without being cramped. Abelia De Luca is perched upright in the bed; from the look of things, this seems to be commonplace.
Unshouldering the pack of items recovered from his would-be assailants onto the home's small table, Milo offers Fury a seat in the sitting area - demarcated by a worn-but-inviting rug and a pair of chairs positioned in front of a small, currently dormant fireplace - while busying about gathering two glasses and a bottle of wine from the cupboard. Seating himself across from Fury, Milo pours the wine for both of them and offers Fury his glass. Taking a generous drink from his own, he lowers his glass down and claps his free hand on his thigh, smiling widely. "Well, that was quite a way to start an evening, eh?"
Milo gestures to the pack with his glass. "That should come in handy: I have a friend down in Arcane Row who gives me a good deal on second-hand goods. You'll have your cut, of course," he is quick to add. From his demeanor, it's clear that part of it is nonnegotiable.
"Now, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself, friend? Do you always have such impeccable timing?" he adds with a wink.
[sblock=OOC]Fury's share of the gear totals 1049 gp, plus the 390 gp worth of coins he caught during the chase. If you'd like, I can give you a list of the specifics of the gear, but it's all pretty basic stuff.[/sblock]
