Cesare had kept himself busy. With the arrival of Lucrezia and the nomination to the council seat he wasn't very inclined to spend much of his time idle. He was back and forth between tasks with her, the church, and the city hall and mostly concerned with the wellbeing of himself and his sister. Today, however, he found himself free for the moment and intended to spend time in the local library reading histories. He was watching up on events that were important to the local climate and change of politics.
He wasn't sure what he was intending to do about their future here, but knowing and having options were a start.
Pausing though when the man spoke to him, Cesare narrowed his eyes. The man was sharpening sticks into pikes in the middle of a parking lot. Cesare glanced around warily then approached, folding his hands in front of himself in a pious gesture. He was wearing a cleric's collar, after all, and presented the image of a devout man, even if his actions were all done in sin. He quirked a brow and reached for a whittled pike, hefting it in his hands.
"What are you doing?" the amusement couldn't be kept from his tone.