((Hail, hail, the gang's all here... :P ))<br/><br/>The Italian in the Renaissance style clothing frowns slightly. "Karag? Why would he call me?" Upon seeing her reaction to Taylor, he quirks an eyebrow... then notices Junior enter.<br/><br/>"Buona sera, Taylor." He debates slightly, the takes the proffered hand. "Antonio Moroni."<br/><br/>When a wizard touches another person, if they aren't careful, they tend to broadcast what they are to the other person. Especially if the other person is of a magical nature. Antonio is not holding back, not at first. A small pulse, and Taylor knows that he's shaking hands with a war wizard... at least for a brief moment. He smiles, and fixes his eyes squarely on the tip of Taylor's nose.<br/><br/>"War wizard."<br/><br/>He turns back to Iris, looking at the tip of her nose as well. "My companion and I saw you walk in. She's still enjoying her dinner, but you seemed on a mission. She mentioned that you were in a similar business as myself, and I wished to see if I could offer assistance."