<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40BF80"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Gregorio Pescari</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The Lord of Euganea</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/53cd9d89-d20b-452d-91a2-9d91f5ba5abc_zps00e843d7.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Sir Gregorio Pescari was in some really foul mood and it made him a dangerous man. Somewhere his well knitted plan had got torn up and now he saw it crumble to small patches nobody could link together again. He had planned to show Lady Marina some cold shoulder to make her going after him but somehow he had forgotten that other nobles were not acting the same. And now this shit Sir Alexander was walking around with his girl and it was obvious that they both liked the company. His fist clenched and unclenched and it longed to land in the face of Sir Alexander.<br/><br/>He finally gave it up to look after the two as it hurt him to see Marina with that guy. Why it hurt him, he had no idea. She was just some tart in some cute clothes, she meant nothing to him, he was just interested in her land. Or at least he believed he was, because if he would have been a little bit honest to himself, he would have accepted that he was jealous and he was jealous because he damn well wanted this girl. Gregorio turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Somewhere there must be some brawl at such a big tournament. He felt blood-thirsty now and someone would have to pay for not being Sir Alexander. But he would imagine that it was Sir Alexander's face when he would crush the nose of his opponent.<br/><br/>And tomorrow he would think over some other plan to win Lady Marina over. He wouldn't leave the field to Sir Alexander. Oh no!</div>