Giovanni da Procace, an older man with a weathered countenance, sat tall in his saddle, his face etched with the lines of experience. His grizzled beard framed a mouth that rarely found itself forming a smile, evidence of the years spent in the harsh realities of battle and court intrigue . Clad in well-worn armor, that was too heavy for him , he exuded an air of authority and wisdom. Giovanni's eyes, sharp and perceptive, surveyed the land ahead, calculating the path through Benevento's forest.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!