[Venice 1527]
The reflection of the full moon dances across the canals of Venice. The late Spring air is crisp and cool; giving the impression of a peaceful night... but looks can be deceiving. Across the lagoon the Republic of Venice and her allies are under threat. Charles V presses his advantage in Italy, making his way towards Rome.
When the messenger boy awoke you after midnight to summon you to see Claudio Acerbi in his chambers, you expected the worst. Claudio's health has been failing him; leaving him bed ridden the last couple of weeks. The messenger reassured you that the old man yet lived, but would not elaborate on the reason for the summons at such a late hour.
Now four men, Giorgio D'agnolo, Marco Acerbi, Cirillo Bondesan and Karl Friedson stand anxiously in the antechamber outside Claudio's bedroom waiting to be allowed in. Even in his weakened state Claudio was a proud and dignified man. His insistence on being regally dressed, even to see a family member, was no doubtless the reason for the delay. A lantern sits on the small table next to a fruit bowl, throwing warped shadows around the room. Portraits of the Acerbi family decorate the walls and hold the expression of disdainful judgement.
A loud CLICK from the latch on the double doors to Claudio's bedchamber breaks the silence of the room. The doors creak open and Giacomo Acerbi steps out, moving slowly and quietly, shutting the doors behind him. When he turns to face the group of you he has a concerned expression. His mouth opens for a moment as if he were going to say something and then thought better of it.
[Giacomo Acerbi]
