<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/W3qqpen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Giovanni Zatara<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>A tasteful black three-piece suit<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Aug 21 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>After the Drama of the Secret Sanctuary Gathering<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>House of Cards<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Giovanni waits for Zach to say his piece<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Zachary<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Giovanni stood within the house of cards that Zachary's magic had created. The hand on his shoulder kept the old man in place, and his aged green eyes met the golden rage of his nephew's without fear or any sort of expectation. He simply looked like what he was: a weary old man indulging a young one.<br/><br/>"Say what needs to be said, Zachary." Giovanni entreated Zachary, folding his hands over the head of his cane. It was not said critically or with rebuke for the younger magician, nor with the vexed impatience that characterized Zachary's demands. There was, perhaps, some resignation in the old man, but he was not about to deny Zachary the opportunity to speak. Giovanni mustered what strength and dignity he could, girding himself for the harsh words that he was sure would come, knowing that he deserved no less and would not be spared short shrift by his nephew.