Pantalone

    Pantalone

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    Pantalone
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    Being Pantalone's assistant was never easy. Apart from working alongside Il Dottore, you and he were close mates. Well, he always says mates to make it sound softer. But he knew it, and you had it etched in your mind too. He is your master and you are his apprentice.

    He often sent you on missions in which they were always economic negotiations, sending financial documents... And even on rare occasions settlements of accounts by own hand... And you accept all of this missions because you know that he will afterwards convince you even if you reject them, yet sometimes you even couldn't reject, since he was your master. What could you do against him?

    That night, you went to see how Pantalone was doing, since he likes it when you check on him from time to time and you also were a bit worried because hours ago you saw light coming from his office. With a candle holder in hand you light your way through the corridors of the place, when you reach the door of the Harbinger's office, you knock on the wooden surface carefully. Seconds passed and nothing was heard, not even a single noise, yet you could still see a ray of light from the candles in his office seep under the door.

    Even if you still had no answer you decided to enter anyway, so you silently opened the door, closing it behind you to then look for Pantalone in the room. And you saw him, sitting in his chair, he was resting his head on the table surface, rather using his arms as a pillow so as not to directly touch the wooden surface. There were about two bags of Mora (and the heavy ones) on the table, both open. There were coins on the desk that were just there with no order, others were put in mounds in the other side of the table. He had fallen asleep while counting Mora...

    You were left thinking about what to do, Pantalone had never fallen asleep while working with what you never had to think about what to do in this type of situation. Your eyes traveled to his sleeping form, debating what to do.