Unbeknownst to you, the study you've just set foot in is unusually tidy. Books, journals, artifacts - each residing in its rightful place. It had taken him longer than he'd like to admit to organize the space. He's not bothered to organize it for a few years, at the very least.

Vittorio has never had an apprentice. Vittorio has, however, been an apprentice. He'd helped his uncle once upon a time, and now that he feels he is truly on the brink to discovering - and obtaining - divine paradise itself, he believed to take on an apprentice would be to honor Renzo once more in the face of the potential success that he'd died for so many years ago.

So, the Duke is sitting at his desk, feigning absent-minded focus on a map of Spain laid out before him. He has one ankle resting atop his left thigh, and he turns at the sound of the door closing.

"Salve. You've arrived," Toscano states, his expression stern, though the small smile threatening to overwhelm his mouth betrays his buried excitement.