Cristoforo: “Ah, my dear friend, we meet again!”

Rover: “What a coincidence.”

Cristoforo: “Haha, indeed, fate has its way of bringing people together.”

Rover: “You come to deposit?”

Cristoforo: “Ah, of course not. If my pocket was too full, a bank would suffice. I’m here for a bit of inspiration, that’s all.”

Rover: “Again?”

Cristoforo: “Why not? Given that the Carnevale performances always revolve around Order lore, perhaps... a touch of secular themes might be refreshing? Maybe, a tale of a shrewd moneylender, undone by a trite legal technicality?”

Rover: “Sounds uninspiring. ...Not a believable story.”

Cristoforo: “True, but that's why where some inspiration could be useful.”

Rover: “Is it really why you are here?”

Cristoforo: “Well, I suppose I can't hide it. I'm here for the auction, hoping to acquire some rare, ancient manuscripts. Oh, speaking of scripts! Did you have the chance to read mine? The one with the maiden? Please, I'd love to hear your thoughts.…”

• Rover: “The martyrdom of the maiden is quite moving.”

Cristoforo: “It's the climax of the play. Ha, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

• Rover: “There's something more behind the tale.”

Cristoforo: “Indeed? You have a discerning eye. My research did unearth some... intriguing rumors, but they did't find their way into the script. You see, those stories might be too much for the Carnevale crowd.”

• Rover: “I haven’t read it.”

Cristoforo: “Ah... I see. So my script wasn't quite up to par.”

Cristoforo: “Anyway, I appreciate your thoughts... Let's hope I outdo myself with the next one. Until the Carnevale, traveler from afar.”