Adamo simply looked amused as he carefully set his weapons onto the opposite bed, settling at the foot to appreciate the room. Even the small inn's room was much different than Italia's. While Vico ranted, he wondered if the tavern had any good German beer to offer. Maybe he could drag him downstairs and ease him over a drink.

"You are overreacting, amico," Adamo said, standing to lean against the window sill, looking out at the view. There wasn't a scratch on him, unlike his friend. "You bumped into a guard and started spouting off in Italian. Of course he's going to take the defensive."

Luckily for Vico, Adamo had a bit of experience with German; just enough to calm the two men down and settle the dispute. They were both reluctant - understandably so with their manlike pride - but eventually let up. Adamo still had to half-drag Vico to the inn, however.