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Adriano scanned the giant hall from the balcony, with a huge chandelier, long table in the middle around which sit people which considered as most dangerous people of Italy. 

He strided slowly downstairs with Donatello in tow, some head turn towards him and the loud noise turned into murmur as one by one head turned towards the blue eyed man. There were so many emotions present in the man there curiosity, pride, anticipation he could feel it. 

But did he cared, no. Not really. His eyes roamed on the faces of the people, he knew everyone of them not personally but he had been reading their files.  His eyes stuck on the chair placed at the head of the table. The chair which his nonno used to sit on. A pang of sadness hit him hard but he endured it, he had too. His nonno had trusted him with such responsibility so he way make sure he fill up that role. 

" I will just skip with the greetings and start why